Oct 05, 2014 14:34
I prayed.
I had been praying, on and off, of course, for a child. Healthy, in mind, body, and spirit. A good sibling to Ezri.
And the waiting was hard. Full of doubt. Who was I to ask for more after being blessed with Ezri? With being given so much in this life?
And then, it came to me, that maybe I should be pray right before being intimate with my husband. Not just in a generic when-I-remembered-it kind of way. But with purpose. With very sincere, humble purpose before the physical biological act of attempting conception.
So I did. And I remember feeling a sense of answer. Of a peace that settled on my worried mind. That yes, now was the right time. Yes.
And I felt more relaxed and optimistic than ever before.
Weeks later the doubt came creeping back. Was it wishful thinking? I didn’t exactly get a burning bush and a strong voice with real words. Could it have been in my head? I should prepare myself for another unsuccessful cycle and try again.
But no… it was true. It was real.
Praise Be HIS name.
I am with child. It was the time. It was a yes.
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I only tested positive today, but I felt compelled to share my initial thoughts. Please don't post on facebook or spread the news that I am pregnant, but feel free to tell the generic story as you wish.
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