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.
2020 is over! It was a year unlike any other (*so far), but my family and I made the most of it. I don’t have a long post to end the year – instead, here is a list of ways that I escaped 2020 while welcoming a new baby boy into our lives and working from home:
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.
A year ago, I remember randomly wondering if we would have any more children. Our son had just had his first birthday, and the year had flown. I reflected upon what a surprise and miracle he was to my husband and me. We are both extreme planners in many ways, however as much as both of us desired children, we stayed away from much planning in that area. On my end there was fear of being disappointed if God’s plans were different than my own. There was fear of being unable to have children (based on a medical diagnosis at age 20) or realizing that my body could not handle a pregnancy and being heartbroken. There was a deep love for caring and teaching children that I’ve had since I was a young girl. I pushed it aside because it was such a deep love that I didn’t want to mess anything up.
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