The day was a fairly normal day, June 10, 2010. Saharh and I were planning a couple of different activities to celebrate my, then upcoming, 31st birthday. The day was sunny and getting hotter with the middle of Summer. Saharh's white roses were blooming to the left of our front door and the newly re-landscaped area beneath the media room window looked great. Both Saharh and I were at work and I can't really remember if anything major was happening there at the time.
As far as what was going on in the world around us...well, the usual craziness. The oil spill in the gulf was still spreading, politicians were still arguing and the state still struggling. Hopefully by the time our newborn is old enough to read this, some of that will have gone away. :)
Saharh and I have been talking about children since before we were married. I entered marriage with a definite desire to be a daddy and Saharh was a little more hesitant. The first couple of years, unknown to me, she had carried a very heavy burden because she knew how much I wanted children. When she told me this, the Spirit of God gave me the wisdom to release her of that expectation. This didn't mean that we had resolved to not have children. I simply wanted her to know that I was not holding her to a timetable, and for that matter I wasn't holding God to a timetable.
Over the four years of our marriage, we've talked more and more about children. We both definitely have a heart for them; we are supporting a child in India, are both pro-life (unashamedly), and even began to seriously prepare to adopt. The next generation is a ministry for us in the Kingdom and we both know it. However, the timing...the 'when', to have or adopt...well that took prayer and patience. To be honest, I got so caught up in the 'stuff' of daily living that the idea of being a parent was somewhat on the shelf. Little did I know...
Saharh texted me at work and mentioned that she was feeling terrible. She actually asked me to call our doctor. If you know her, you know that's often the last thing she wants to do. This immediately triggered a sense of urgency in me and I immediately started talking to Jesus in the Spirit. I called the doctor, mentioned the symptoms and they called back an hour or so later with a prescription for an antibiotic. I called Saharh and let her know. She was heading home and would pick up the medicine on the way.
Now, this is where God shows Himself awesome. On some very good wisdom, Saharh decided to take a pregnancy test before taking the antibiotics. A few minutes later I was walking through the door and with a smile on her face, she said,"We need to talk." I was amazed and couldn't believe it was happening. Even after the doctor confirmed that she was expecting...for the third time...I could hardly believe it. With all the talking, planning, and hypothesizing we had done about this moment, there was something so divinely simple about how it came to pass.
The weekend came and on June 13th, my 31st birthday, I announced to our families that I had just received the most remarkable of birthday presents.
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