One year ago today, my wife and I had just moved into our new home here in Minneapolis. Stacy got up early in the morning to go to the bathroom, which is unusual, and she woke me up on her way to the bathroom. I laid awake in bed waiting for her to return.
I waited. And waited. And waited.
Eventually, I grew concerned that something was wrong so I quietly called my wife's name. "Stacy?"No response. "Stacy?" Still no response. One more time. "Stacy?"
The bathroom door opened. I could see my wife's silhouette coming toward me, but she said nothing. She climbed into bed on top of me. I couldn't see her face but within seconds I could feel her tears on my cheek. "I am pregnant," she whispered.
Oh how I had longed to hear those words. My heart leaped for joy. I don't remember much after that but I know we did not go back to sleep. We laid in bed and dreamt about how God is good and how faithful he is in everything. We had waited two years to get pregnant again and the first month in our new home, God had answered our prayers.
If you read this blog enough you know the rest of the story and that God was not finished writing this chapter of the book. He chose to take our baby before we ever had a chance to meet her. I miss my little girl and I am sad that she is not here to love. But I am thankful too. Because God is faithful and I have Samuel Lee in my house to prove it.
As I reflect on August 16, 2008, it remains one of the greatest memories in my entire life. Rejoice when it is time to rejoice. Grieve when it is time to grieve. Today I rejoice.