An Answered Prayer

I think I was born to be a mother. When I was a little girl, I would sit and watch the Sally Struthers infomercials - you know the ones where she begged you to give $1 a day to support starving children in other countries - and I would beg my mom to do it. I just couldn't understand why I wasn't allowed to bring them home, take care of them and love them. Another similar story that my mom always liked to tell was about the time I walked up to a stranger in Wal-Mart and said, "Ma'am - I think your baby is awfully pretty. Can I have her?" I'm sure the lady thought I was either really crazy or really cute (I'm betting crazy ruled here). Either way, you get the point. I've always wanted a baby.

Since Jared and I got married, I've longed for the day when we would have a child of our own. But, I knew the timing wasn't right. First and foremost, we wanted to be married for a while. We wanted to enjoy our time while our time was ours. And, second, I knew I was looking at another surgery on my arm and wanted to make sure I was healthy and strong enough enough to raise (and pick up and hold) a baby. Well ... Jared and I will have been married for 3 1/2 years when this little one gets here. And, you all know that I had what we hope to be my final surgery this past March (thank you Lord). Finally, let's not forget that I just turned 31 in July. The clock was ticking, everything was in place and we were finally ready.

So, at the beginning of July we started praying. We prayed that when the time was right God would give us a child. Apparently, the time was right. Because on July 26, we found out we were having a baby. I was 4 weeks pregnant. I'm not sure how some folks don't or won't believe in God. I've seen so many prayers answered in my 31 years. It's amazing. I have no doubt that God answered this prayer just when we asked Him to.