I was sitting and talking to John last night and we came up on the subject of our son being a miracle baby. Tears welled up in my eyes as suddenly the entire past two years flooded over me. Had I been so preoccupied over the last month or two that I had forgotten about our son's brothers and sisters? We started talking about how God had blessed us with such an easy pregnancy, and that we felt like we had not really taken the time to enjoy this time.
For the first 12 weeks we were holding our breath. We knew that if we could just make it into the 2nd trimester that we would have made it further than we ever had before! God was faithful. We had made it further than we had ever been before. Still in the backs of our minds we were left wondering if the ceiling was still going to fall in at any moment.
After twelve weeks, it was pretty much a day by day thing for me. Every time I laid my head down I thanked God for allowing me to carry this child another day. God had been faithful. We just wanted to make it to the "viability" day at 24 weeks.
The day we were 24 weeks, my heart smiled. I knew that even if he was born at this point the doctors would at least fight for my baby rather than the "what will happen, will happen" motto. God had been faithful. Each day since had been a blessing. I know that the longer I am able to carry this sweet boy the healthier he will be.
Yet, as a human I begin worrying about the "what-if." What if something tragic were to happen after we bring him home? God is faithful. Our lives are not our own. Our children are not our own. God is faithful. No matter how bad life hurts, He is there. His promises are true. HE IS FAITHFUL!
I pray for each of you today that you would see God's faithfulness in your lives as well. Remember that God loves you and wants to mold us. Sometimes it hurts when the potter is molding us into His perfect masterpiece.