In case you haven’t yet figured it out, I have a bit of a gap in my child rearing years. We decided to start our family and 30 months later we had three children. Then, we hit a dry spell. Well honestly, we thought we were finished. God had blessed us so richly with three beautiful, healthy children and things were good.
Seven years later I got the shock of my life. There are times in our life when we are brutally reminded about who is really in control. I had many plans for my future when I discovered that I was pregnant for the fourth time. And it took awhile to get my head around the idea. I am ashamed to admit that I even went through a stage when I was angry with God for allowing this to happen. I spent a lot of time in prayer during those first couple of morning sick months begging for just a hint of understanding. It was in those quiet moments on my knees that the Lord gently whispered in my ear that “He doesn’t give children to just anyone.” I decided then that despite my struggles with my predicament, I would trust Him for strength and the time to accept what He had for me in this child.
It would take multiple blog entries to truly express all that I have gained from the birth of this child. But the other morning I was so grateful for small unexpected packages.