God's a Riot: How He's Teaching me Faith
Today, I’ve posted over at Parga’s Junkyard again. I’m talking about faith and how God is pretty darn funny. Be sure to head over there and visit!
Here’s a snippet of the post to get you started:
Aaron and I are expecting our third baby, and we just found out – about a week ago – that it’s a boy. We’re beyond excited to give the Animal a little brother to play with, and Miss Sassy Pants is handling the news that she’ll still be the only girl for a yet another birth of a baby.
With this excitement of finding out there would be more terror and tornadoes through the house came a call from the doctor’s office that Flash (as we’re now lovingly calling baby #3 in the blogger world) only had one umbilical artery. Sound weird? It kind of is. You can read about it more on my blog: Cluttered Genius.
We were completely freaked out to hear that there was “something” wrong. Come to find out, it’s really not that awful and most (if not all) babies with this problem are born with absolutely no other complications. But, that doesn’t mean we weren’t praying and talking and crying. mail order Pregabalin I have found there is nothing like the fear of something being wrong with one of my babies.
For as long as the Animal has been with us, I’ve been realizing that God is kind of funny — in fact, He’s a riot. He has all these plans for us that we don’t realize and that we try to control. I’ve talked about this many times, and I’ve explained many ways that I’ve come to understand that I, as a lowly mortal human, cannot truly control my destiny. One of the main ways that I’ve learned that I have no control is through my children. MORE>>>
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