My baby’s first birthday is almost here. It was a day that we had looked forward to as a family for months. We had prayed for a healthy baby boy. We readied the room, we packed the bag, and then we waited for the day to come.
We waited in faith, knowing that whatevered happened it was in God’s hands. But it was a wrestling match of the wills to say the least. One will that clung to the promises and faithfulness of my Savior and one that wanted to cast doubt and play the “what-if” game. And as the day got closer the battle became more intense. I longed to hold my baby, but the fear of the unkown took my breath away.
I wanted to trust my Savior, He had never let me down. We had walked that road of a sick baby once, surely no one would be called to walk it again. Right? But there was no garuntee, except that God had a plan and His will was perfect and that is what I wanted. So, I waited……
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