I am amazed at how awesome God is. I should know this by now but still…
Here’s my most recent example:
Jon and I had decided to schedule an induction for Abigail for the 21st of this month. I was a little leery about it at first but then realized that I would have the guarantee that my doctor would deliver Abigail rather than one of her 3 other partners. As time got closer I began to have my doubts mainly thinking that although I am a BIG planner, I didn’t want this planned. I felt that I was taking God out of the picture and putting me in. I didn’t want to come across as indecisive, although I am, so I just began to pray. I had very specific things that I prayed for and daily I did. My prayers were that Abby would come on her own, or rather on God’s timing and not mine or the doctor’s, that she would come on the 15th (funny, I know, but I have a thing with the number 5), that my water would break (Jake came that way so why not?) and that she would be a healthy little girl. I began this prayer about 3 weeks ago. About 2 weeks ago, on Tuesday to be exact, I began to have what I thought were contractions. I say what I thought because with Jake I didn’t experience contractions prior to my water breaking. So I called Wednesday morning to make sure that they were contractions and they were but I was also told that this could go on for days or even weeks before Abby arrives. I figured that was ok and began to think that if I had to be induced it’d be a little better because at least the contractions were coming on their own. God had something else in mind. As Jon and I were getting ready for bed that night I began to experience some pretty good contractions. At around 9:30pm I felt a pop in the middle of one of my contractions and I turned to Jon and said that I think my water just broke and yes it did! Jon went into hyper-mode calling his parents to come watch Jake and getting things in order for us to go. Poor Jake was very concerned because Jon is a pretty even-keeled guy and to see him running around was a little disturbing to him…on top of the storm brewing outside. We arrived at the hospital around 10:30ish and they quickly got me prepped and the epidural flowing. Ahhh, sweet relief as those contractions were coming hard and FAST!!! Around 12:30am we called the nurse because I began to feel the contractions again and some pressure. They upped the epidural and checked me and she was on her way! She quickly made her arrival… at 1:14am! A beautiful, healthy 6.6lb girl! All that to say, God answered every one of my prayers-she came on God’s timing, on the 15th, my water broke and she is one healthy little girl. I jokingly said to Jon later on that I should have prayed for no storms but oh well. God was there every step of the way. His hand was upon every detail just as it has been since the beginning of this little one’s life. Once everything was over and I was alone holding Abby in my arms and everyone else was getting ready to move me I just had to laugh. It was just God, me and Abby and I laughed telling God, “You are truly God!” Made me think of that Steven Curtis Chapman song, “God is God” which goes on to say …”and I am not.” How true!
Here’s my most recent example:
Jon and I had decided to schedule an induction for Abigail for the 21st of this month. I was a little leery about it at first but then realized that I would have the guarantee that my doctor would deliver Abigail rather than one of her 3 other partners. As time got closer I began to have my doubts mainly thinking that although I am a BIG planner, I didn’t want this planned. I felt that I was taking God out of the picture and putting me in. I didn’t want to come across as indecisive, although I am, so I just began to pray. I had very specific things that I prayed for and daily I did. My prayers were that Abby would come on her own, or rather on God’s timing and not mine or the doctor’s, that she would come on the 15th (funny, I know, but I have a thing with the number 5), that my water would break (Jake came that way so why not?) and that she would be a healthy little girl. I began this prayer about 3 weeks ago. About 2 weeks ago, on Tuesday to be exact, I began to have what I thought were contractions. I say what I thought because with Jake I didn’t experience contractions prior to my water breaking. So I called Wednesday morning to make sure that they were contractions and they were but I was also told that this could go on for days or even weeks before Abby arrives. I figured that was ok and began to think that if I had to be induced it’d be a little better because at least the contractions were coming on their own. God had something else in mind. As Jon and I were getting ready for bed that night I began to experience some pretty good contractions. At around 9:30pm I felt a pop in the middle of one of my contractions and I turned to Jon and said that I think my water just broke and yes it did! Jon went into hyper-mode calling his parents to come watch Jake and getting things in order for us to go. Poor Jake was very concerned because Jon is a pretty even-keeled guy and to see him running around was a little disturbing to him…on top of the storm brewing outside. We arrived at the hospital around 10:30ish and they quickly got me prepped and the epidural flowing. Ahhh, sweet relief as those contractions were coming hard and FAST!!! Around 12:30am we called the nurse because I began to feel the contractions again and some pressure. They upped the epidural and checked me and she was on her way! She quickly made her arrival… at 1:14am! A beautiful, healthy 6.6lb girl! All that to say, God answered every one of my prayers-she came on God’s timing, on the 15th, my water broke and she is one healthy little girl. I jokingly said to Jon later on that I should have prayed for no storms but oh well. God was there every step of the way. His hand was upon every detail just as it has been since the beginning of this little one’s life. Once everything was over and I was alone holding Abby in my arms and everyone else was getting ready to move me I just had to laugh. It was just God, me and Abby and I laughed telling God, “You are truly God!” Made me think of that Steven Curtis Chapman song, “God is God” which goes on to say …”and I am not.” How true!
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