So I totally had a post written for today but honestly, last night changed some things.
In a good way.
I have a dear friend going through round three of IVF. This cycle has been a roller coaster of emotions. Struggling to keep hope alive one day and then the next marveling at how God is in control. Yesterday she got some fabulous news about how the cycle’s going. I read her email in the parking lot previously known as Highway 287 during a pouring rainstorm.
And I cried tears of joy.
She feels the same way so many traveling the IVF path have felt. Even without a pregnancy, the Lord is performing miracles. And for those He deserves our praise. In what seems the strangest places, in the most peculiar ways, the Lord uses all of that for His Glory.
Because honestly, five years ago I would never have considered a thickened uterine lining a miracle or even knew what an antral follicle count was. But now I know and now I can see what a true miracle the creation of life is.
Well, after 75 minutes in the car where I may or may not have blown my horn to let the Coca-Cola driver know how I felt about him butting into my lane sans a blinker after having waited almost an hour to get to that point in the traffic line, I finally made it home.
Where Chris was cooking dinner.
Hello My Sexy Husband.
Baby Center sends me an update every week of the pregnancy telling me how big Little E is this week. They seem to tell us by referencing a piece of produce. Last week is was a Chinese Cabbage to which I say, I think they’re making up stuff now.
Really? A Chinese cabbage?
But this week was a butternut squash. Not a horribly common vegetable but I know it does actually exist. Chris has never seen one though. Or at least he doesn’t think he has.
So as I’m sitting on the couch eating the delicious spaghetti dinner my fabulous husband cooked, a commercial for butternut squash soup comes on the TV. Chris is still in the kitchen fixing his plate. He hears the commercial and yells,
“Oh Butternut Squash!”
And comes running into the living room to try and catch a glimpse of what our baby is the size of now.
He missed the picture of the squash but for the love, that was the funniest thing.
Goodness, I love that man.
Thank you Lord for the extraordinary and equally ordinary miracle of life. Thank you for showing us You are part of each step. Thank you for friends who let us be a part of their journey. Friends who allow us the sheer joy of praying with them. Thank you for tears of joy. Thank you for laugher. Thank you for the joy of marriage. You continue to humble me with Your love in these everyday moments.
And, for all to see, a butternut squash. In all it’s glory.
In a good way.
I have a dear friend going through round three of IVF. This cycle has been a roller coaster of emotions. Struggling to keep hope alive one day and then the next marveling at how God is in control. Yesterday she got some fabulous news about how the cycle’s going. I read her email in the parking lot previously known as Highway 287 during a pouring rainstorm.
And I cried tears of joy.
She feels the same way so many traveling the IVF path have felt. Even without a pregnancy, the Lord is performing miracles. And for those He deserves our praise. In what seems the strangest places, in the most peculiar ways, the Lord uses all of that for His Glory.
Because honestly, five years ago I would never have considered a thickened uterine lining a miracle or even knew what an antral follicle count was. But now I know and now I can see what a true miracle the creation of life is.
Well, after 75 minutes in the car where I may or may not have blown my horn to let the Coca-Cola driver know how I felt about him butting into my lane sans a blinker after having waited almost an hour to get to that point in the traffic line, I finally made it home.
Where Chris was cooking dinner.
Hello My Sexy Husband.
Baby Center sends me an update every week of the pregnancy telling me how big Little E is this week. They seem to tell us by referencing a piece of produce. Last week is was a Chinese Cabbage to which I say, I think they’re making up stuff now.
Really? A Chinese cabbage?
But this week was a butternut squash. Not a horribly common vegetable but I know it does actually exist. Chris has never seen one though. Or at least he doesn’t think he has.
So as I’m sitting on the couch eating the delicious spaghetti dinner my fabulous husband cooked, a commercial for butternut squash soup comes on the TV. Chris is still in the kitchen fixing his plate. He hears the commercial and yells,
“Oh Butternut Squash!”
And comes running into the living room to try and catch a glimpse of what our baby is the size of now.
He missed the picture of the squash but for the love, that was the funniest thing.
Goodness, I love that man.
Thank you Lord for the extraordinary and equally ordinary miracle of life. Thank you for showing us You are part of each step. Thank you for friends who let us be a part of their journey. Friends who allow us the sheer joy of praying with them. Thank you for tears of joy. Thank you for laugher. Thank you for the joy of marriage. You continue to humble me with Your love in these everyday moments.
And, for all to see, a butternut squash. In all it’s glory.
Love it!!!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love who you and Christopher are becoming! You are SO good for each other--that baby will be so blessed! I think I'll call her Butternut:)
ReplyDeleteAunt Dale
How lucky your dear friend is, to have someone as extraordinary as you in her life!! And praise the Lord for butternut squash!
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