Today was our big ultrasound.
I was a bag of nerves, to be honest,
and called a friend to pray with me as I was heading out the door.
After a miscarriage, you never take anything for granted.
Prayer can be so difficult sometimes.
Prayer works, not to change the mind of God, but to change the heart of His people.
"Lord, let me accept your will. Let me praise you all my days, regardless."
As the ultrasound technician reviewed every nook and cranny,
she declared health and was all smiles.
I audibly praised God for His mercy,
For the gift He has knitted in my womb.
Children are God's best gift, a reward.
A gift I don't deserve.
And as our sweetheart brought a thumb to mouth,
I vowed to raise this child to love and fear the Lord.
There is no greater job than to bring your children to the lap of Christ.
And with another BOY on the way,
I'm going to be busy chasing them down!