Sunday, December 21, 2014

Angels Among Us



 Last night Matt and I were walking back to our car after spending time with friends when a woman approached us and introduced herself as "Angel". She looked at me and said, "You're going to have a girl. She's going to be funny like her daddy and beautiful like her mommy. And smart like both of you."

This morning, Matt said, "Do you realize that an Angel told us last night that our daughter was going to be beautiful?"

And funny. And smart. I do believe that angels walk among us and that God uses people to give us messages of reassurance and confirmation. I can't say that's what happened last night. But that didn't stop me from crying happy tears.




Thursday, December 18, 2014

A Story Unfolding




We joke now before going in for any appointment with the specialist, what is this doctor going to find wrong today. So I'm a fool to be surprised that he found something new! Her measurements haven't gotten worse and the fluid in her brain is still within normal limits - praise God. However, little Miss Emmy Faith refused to show her face, so we were unable to see if her nasal bone has appeared. My amniotic fluid was a little high (one more thing to monitor) and the doctor announced that our daughter has clubbed feet! (I can't make this up). I was disappointed but Matt was excited. I heard all the things that can still go wrong, he heard a doctor that can't stop talking say a whole bunch of nothing. 

We prayed that God would handle His miracle in His own way, which also means in His own time. I won't lie, I wanted more. I wanted to see her little face and see that nasal bone. I wanted the fluid in her brain to decrease. I wanted her measurements to somehow correct themselves. So what am I supposed to learn here? It's the age-old lesson of patience, trust, and letting go of control because I never had it to begin with. We'll remain obedient, faithful, and strong - as difficult as it feels right now. And we'll remember that just because we can't see the ending to this story yet, it's already been written.

And it is beautiful.