Thank You God for the Tiny Washcloths

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Husband and wife, holding newborn, with a backdrop of green pasture

Hannah Sample

It was a random night after bath time, and I was cleaning the bathroom mess while my husband tended to our newborn daughter. It had been a long day. Between pumping every three hours, caring for our daughter, and waiting for my husband to get home from his 8-8 job, I was exhausted. It wasn’t normal exhaustion, it was the bone-deep exhaustion that comes from an exhausting day of motherhood.

While putting away the bathtime necessities, I was going through my mental list of things I still had to get done that night. You see, no one prepares you that when you become a mother, your brain never quits thinking of your never-ending to-do list. Lost in my thoughts, I was going through the motions of putting stuff away. All of a sudden, something stopped me in my tracks. While hanging up the tiny little pink washcloth, a thought as clear as day said, “Thank God for the tiny washcloth.”

This time a year ago, we had no clue what the future held for us. We were still grieving the loss of our first to a miscarriage and our twin boys to an incompetent cervix. Not only were we grieving our three angel babies, but we had no clue how a diagnosis like that would affect our plans.

Anyone who knows me knows that for my entire life, I’ve only ever truly wanted to be a mother. From packing around baby dolls to babysitting as I got older, mothering always seemed to be my purpose in life. To be given a diagnosis that could change that was devastating, and all of a sudden my whole life’s plan was in question. But God.

Now here I am, with my beautiful daughter who has helped heal me in ways that I didn’t even know were broken. She is my daily reminder that God is faithful, and He has plans beyond what we could ever imagine. I’ll never know on this side of Heaven why we had to go through three tragic losses, but I do know that God held my hand through it all.

Looking back now, I see the evidence of His goodness in the midst of heartbreak. Our losses and His goodness have only made me love our sweet daughter more. May I never forget to thank God for the tiny washcloth.