As I sit here on a Saturday morning sipping away the sleep from my eyes, I am overcome with emotion at how far Nick and I have come with God's good mercies. Our "tiny house" is becoming a home. Not just with the voices of a husband and wife sparring lovingly, but soon a little girls laughter and cries will echo off the walls proclaiming her entrance into the world and our hearts. This little girl whose been prayed for and wished for and fought for. While I try to live out my faith the best I can, there are things that Papa-God does in our life sometimes that just HAS to shared from the mountain top.
As most know, this journey into parenthood has not been easy for Nick and I. Struggling for nine years to understand why we couldn't get pregnant, medical trials, medications, surgeries, and draining our savings three different times on a teacher and electricians wage-stretched our not only our faith, but our marriage and outside relationships. While infertile couples are 3 times more likely to divorce, we made it a point to save our marriage first and foremost and checked in with each other daily, keeping the lines of communication always open. We never hid a thing from each other and while we may have "hurt" one another in the process, the other was always there to wipe away the tears and pray for healing to take place.
Our story is one of transformation of what God can do to the human heart. Our hearts became calloused and hard when things weren't going our way, but only through His gentle reminders at how much He loves us, were our hearts softened to receive this amazing blessing. He took away my fears of being barren and now my fears of being a mother and created this heart-relationship with a little girl I have yet to meet. She knows me from the inside and I pray we will always remain this close. He has taken Nick's fears of not being a Father and gave him a little girl who already knows his voice. We can't even think about "lost time" as we can only focus on "this time" and enjoy all that comes with it.
