Happy Monday everyone! It’s gray, rainy, and cold here and I don’t have the energy to edit and upload the photos from the rest of our trip (soon!) so I thought I’d share a recent story that I love and treasure.
I keep meaning to share it here, so that I won’t ever forget it (this blog is my brain and I would forget everything if I didn’t type it here!) and I figured today would be a good time.
So I found out I was pregnant on Sadie’s 7th birthday. When I saw the word “incinta” on the stick a lot of thoughts went through my mind and not all of them were pretty. “OH MY GOODNESS, A SWEET BABY!” was countered with “You are too old.” “Who has FIVE kids?” and “Have you lost your MIND?” Yeah. The self-doubt reared it’s ugly head. Big time.
Moments after taking the test we had to run to base to pick up some antique Italian furniture that we had won in an auction the weekend before.
One of the pieces was a beautiful double hope chest. We hadn’t really looked at it or opened it, we just knew we had to have it for our family.
When we went to pick it up I was still pretty stunned. I think I was just walking around with big eyes and a smile plastered on my face.
My friend had us look it over and confirm that everything was okay and before she and Jimmy carried it to the car she opened it up to show us what was inside.
A handmade baby quilt. Made especially to go inside the chest.
I’m not even kidding.
I got goosebumps from head to toe and my eyes immediately filled with tears. Heart pounding, I looked at Jimmy and he had the biggest grin on his face. I felt the silent “We got this.” pass between us and my heart was calmed.
I call those moments nudges from God. That He is in charge, despite my best “I’m in charge!” moments with my lists and my neverending multitasking.
Reminders that He has bigger, better, scarier, and more beautiful plans for us than we EVER could have imagined for ourselves.