Miracles!

Miracles happen to other people.  They happen to people who work hard and believe in themselves. . .like the the 1980 US Hockey team that not only upset the Russians, but went on to win the gold medal (Oh, mom & dad, I wasn't really sick, sorry for skipping church).

Or those who happen to be in the right place at the right time or make the right decisions and the right time. . .like when a guy like Sully Sullenberger landed a plane-load of passengers on the Hudson River after a flock of geese flew into the plan after take off. Or whatever.  I think you get my drift.

Yeah,  miracles happen to other people.

Not any more!  

Cindy and I have own little miracle!  That's right. . .a 8 1/2 week old baby!!!!

You may not think that's much of a miracle.  And under normal circumstances you would be right.  But our story isn't normal.  Here's the skinny. . .

I had been diagnosed by two doctors, using two different tests that confirmed that I could not impregnate my first wife, Karen  (to see her story click here), or my current wife, Cindy.  So Cindy and I began the process of adoption.  First, we looked into international adoption.  Then, we looked at adopting locally.  Finally, we believed GOD was leading us toward embryo adoption (that's a story in and of itself).  As I was praying about moving forward in the middle June God said to stop trying to adopt.  In fact, in my journal for June 11, 2012, I wrote. . .
Last week while I was praying and asking God about adoption I sensed he was saying that we need to stop trying to adopt through embryo adoption.  In fact, He said we need to stop trying to adopt.  He did say  He would provide us a child.  Not to worry about the how, but believe Him.  Trust Him. 
 So, I started circling this baby with prayer.  I prayed for their coming.  I prayed for their nature, their character, their love for GOD.  Daily, sometimes more, I prayed for this child.  I  had no idea what age, race, background, or gender this child would be.  I simply left the how up to GOD.  And the greatest sense of peace came over me.  And this morning I can't stop staring at a picture of Baby Us. . .an 8 1/2 week old child that is growing inside of Cindy.



I am extremely humbled that GOD would give us a miracle.  A miracle!  Cindy & me. . .a miracle!!!  I can't stop thanking GOD this morning. Sometimes it's hard to do through the tears, though.  GOD gave us a MIRACLE!!!!

Thank you GOD!  Thank you for your power, your faithfulness, your mercy, your grace, your favor.  Thank you that you trump doctors, tests, and everyone/everything else that said something like this would never happen!!!!

Comments

Mrs. Doris Lynn said…
Love this. Our God provides in ways we would never imagine. God planned for this child at this time. Oh, how I love Jesus.

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