Some of you...but not all of you...know that I was pregnant in August of this year. For 27 blissful days my husband and I knew we had conceived and anticipated all that was in store for our growing family.
The use of the word blissful might be a little strong because I had many moments of wondering and questioning if my baby would be healthy and strong and growing.
Last week I looked through my journal and couldn't believe the words I had written and how God had answered this specific prayer. Take a look:
August 26, 3 days prior to our first ultrasound...
God I am looking through my notes, my binder, my Bible - things I know, things I believe, things I trust...such good reminders for me today. I want to fear, and doubt, but today I am choosing - choosing to believe, choosing to trust, choosing to walk in faith, choosing to take what I know about my God and let it reign in my mind. I'm begging God for a miracle. I'm believing Him for a miracle and my praise is not dependent on my circumstances so today I praise you Lord!
Did God answer my begging? Did he respond to my belief in Him? YES!
But it wasn't at all how I had planned. It wasn't without pain. It wasn't in my timing.
I've learned a lot about my God this year...
And I know that I know that I know we serve a God of miracles.
I begged God for a miracle.
I believed Him for a miracle.
And He gave us a sweet, precious miracle straight from heaven.
May I never forget what I know about my God.