How'd this happen, anyway???

For those of you who don't know or haven't guessed, we are expecting. This should explain all the posts about nausea and sickness. I was really sick with Hgirl too, but I was in the hospital just after having her when I knew she wasn't the last addition to our family. Time passed and so did our lives. The kids grew and our lives just seemed to get busier and busier. Everything seemed to get more complex and I got scared. Or tired. Or overwhelmed. Or complacent. Pick one... or all.

But then it happened.

About a year and a half ago, God began working on me to trust Him. Imagine that... trust Him. I thought I did. He wanted MORE??? So the more I crawfished, the more He wouldn't let it go.

"Trust Me with the size of your family."

"But God, I think I'm content with the size right now. Isn't that what you want? For me to be content?" (Bonus! How could He argue with that? He's always trying to get me to be content where He has me.)

"Trust Me."

"But God, I was so sick with Hgirl. What if it's like that again? I'm scared! And now you have me homeschooling Zman. That's a big responsibility. I can't be in bed for 4 months and teach and keep up with Hgirl." (What reasoning skills! Surely He was convinced!)

"Trust Me."

"Okay, God. I'll ask Vince. If this is from You, we will agree."

Obviously, we were in agreement. But we were slow in actually taking the medical step necessary to allow this to happen. So God called in the big guns.

Hgirl started asking for a sister.

We told her she had to ask God. (Aren't we smart? Dodged that one!)

That night, on her own (but in my presence) she remembered our conversation and did just that.

She asked God for a baby...

Paused...

And said thank you!

She prayed regularly for that baby for more than 3 months.

I kept dragging my feet about that doctor's appointment and God kept gently reminding me of my lack of faith. Alright, already! Off to the doctor I went.

6 weeks later, I was pregnant. During that 6 weeks, Hgirl didn't say much about the sister. Then, the day after we found out I was pregnant (and no one... not even the doctor... knew I was pregnant yet), she asked again at bedtime. I told her (again) that she would have to ask God about that.

{Sigh, eyes rolling}
"I already DID!"
(If I were the swearing kind, I would swear she is 15, trapped in a 3 yr. old's body!)

"Well, what did He say?"

{Bigger sigh, eyes rolling again, body language screaming "DUUUH!"}
"He said YESSSSS!"

Then I remembered the pause-and-thank you from months before and could not contain my giggles. God called on us, we were reluctant, He got one of His purest prayer warrior's on the job, wa-lah! Baby sister on the way.

We aren't sure of a first name yet but her middle name will be Faith.

Faith. Because we had so little.

Faith. Because it is by faith that we stepped out of our comfort zone in obedience to the Father.

Faith. Because such a little girl had such a big request and never wavered in her own.


BTW... Hgirl may have big faith, but patience is another story. After the doctor confirmed the pregnancy, we told the kids. She then asked her daddy if he would be bringing her sister home from his trip running errands. (Think Stop-n-Go, Walmart, McDonald's mentality.)

We went to see BabyA last night. She asked today if "Mecole" was finished with BabyA yet and could we have her now. She's tired of waiting. I don't blame her.

Big lessons for such a little girl.

Big lessons for us all.