I remember the exact Sunday back in June.
We both knew we needed prayer, knew that the other one needed it too. Sisters are like that. They know what each other needs before it’s even spoken. Kindred mind readers.
I took her hand and we made our way up to the front of the church.
“We want babies.” Spoken in unison.
Heads anointed with oil, hands laid upon us from every direction.
Tears. There were so many tears.
Of unspoken worries.
Fears of the unknown.
(Fears of the KNOWN happening yet again.)
I’ve talked before about what happens when God DOESN’T answer prayer.
…..You share of His marvelous deeds, of His unfailing love!
Those are OUR babies. A mere FIVE DAYS separating them! FIVE DAYS!!! Strong. Healthy. Perfect.
I remember that exact Sunday back in June.
And I remember, with all of my fears and doubts, putting God in a small box.
And with a bold, grand, sweeping gesture, He exploded out of that box and blessed me (and my sister) with more than I could have ever dreamed.
Psalm 9:1 – “I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonders.”
Not for my glory but His…Happy Weekend, friends!