No one tells you how hard the emotions hit when you have kids. Or how intense they are on all the milestone days, other than birthdays. I’ll never forget our five days in the NICU, our doctors, nurses, and hearing, “Your 5 lb baby is the strongest one here now. You’re going home today.”
As a child, the first type of tree I was introduced to was a Pin Oak tree. I remember Dad talking about trees and seeing the Pin Oak trees that he and Grandpa planted. The tree in Grandma and Grandpa’s backyard was the biggest I had ever seen in my life; it held up the almighty tire swing, where fears were experienced and conquered but adventures were had. Trees have always been a great fascination to me. Maybe it was because I could see the pure joy it brought my Dad and Grandpa, and maybe I thought trees just seemed so majestic; either way, I love trees.
This week we were reminded that God is our protector, our comforter, and our faithful father. We were reminded that he hears our prayers, and we were reminded that He will not give us too much to handle without Him. We were also reminded that unexpected things in life happen, but that He is with us each step of the way.
As we reflect upon 2020, most of us can make a list of dismal, scary, and tragic events that occurred, both in our own lives and throughout the world. “End 2020; put it behind us. We are over this year.” These might be phrases we have all heard, or have spoken ourselves. Isn’t it easy just to focus on the negative and say how terrible the year was without considering any of the good things that happened? I’m guilty of it at times. I tend to forget that God uses some of the most trying times to teach us the greatest lessons, and more importantly, to draw us closer to Him. So as I write this blog, I’m going to be thankful that each of our tough circumstances comes with something (even if seemingly small) to be thankful for.
This was the week! If all went according to plan, Thursday, Sept. 10th would be the day I’d be induced, and hopefully would be our baby boy’s birthday. I was so excited. Everything felt like a complete blur. I was anxious, excited, exhausted, and very uncomfortable. These last eight weeks had been tough physically, but God had given me the strength I needed to get through each day. It was hard to believe we had made it to this point. I thought back to week 6 and 8 of pregnancy—the huge uncertainties, the scary times, but also God’s faithfulness. My body had been through some weird things this pregnancy, but now our baby was full-term and my body was holding out ok. I enjoyed the last few days of time with just my first son. It was wonderful. We played piano, sang songs, ran around in the yard (why not, if it started labor so what?), had a snack and movie date, and read lots of books. I was so thankful God had given me this little boy to raise.
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