Apparently, I have major gifts. Round-the-clock prayer warriors are on my trail, wonder what in the heck these gifts could possibly be. I'm a pretty fast typer, maybe that's it. I definitely don't have emotions of steel...a ridiculous set of first hiccups sent me wailing into the lonely night. Cooper's preparing his lungs for delivery, isn't that special?
Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup...he thundered in utero. I'm going crazy, that's the honest truth. Everyone around me is so eager for my "testimony", it's going to be a CREATIVE miracle we've agreed. A NEW heart is the possibility God will provide, as Cooper's His son, not mine.
I spent until yesterday convinced, because why not, really. Until the inevitable wake-up call supplied by my SIL, "you should bring a carseat to the hospital," she said, then regretted it. Must have been the crack in my social grace face that made my faith hesitate once again.
No, no...I always say right away. I just want to stay in the moment, don't want to control anything by planning ahead. God's will, remember? Uh oh, God said.
I hate to correct God's word choices, but it was UGH, I'd have preferred. Just a simple, "ugh, I totally get you girl." He didn't supply that, but didn't go so far as to say "stay in denial, maybe you'll wake up all on your own. Again"
Love it most when God leaves everything up to me, like a fun little search that puts pieces together, such glee. God's not my friend, I'm starting to see.
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