Moments like these remind me how highly God thinks of me. The grind of life gets so hard that I lose sight of how much I am loved. Craziness, stresses, messes, and losses of time keep me constantly forgetful of how blessed I truly am.
These past weeks have been hard ones. I don’t handle well not having “control” and not knowing the day and time my son would come into this world takes its toll on my issues. Day in and day out I wondered “could today be the day?” November 27th I went to the hospital finally sure that “it was today,” but even then God had different things in store.
I literally cannot count the ways that God answered our prayers that day. It was a long hard day and once again our plans and processes got tossed out the window. But over and over again God sent us his angels and miracles and on November 28th at 12:12am a little 6lb 11ounce baby boy was brought into this world. Aaron Joshua Furlough.
Those first nights were hard and on his second night of life Aaron was not eating well. A tired and half delusional mom was not handling this well and just as the nurse was about to bring him in to me to try and eat again she said “the doctor is on his way for his circumcision, we will have to wait until after that.” What anguish it brings on a parent to know that your child is about to go through pain! Not only that but pain we consented and approved of. Once again the thought of God’s mercy and love for HIS child brought me to my knees and together my husband I prayed.
Literally moments later the nurse brought in our quiet and sleeping son and in her sweet southern belle voice she said “He did great and look at him…his little hands are so precious I swear he was praying.” Surely he was. He was praying with his Mommy and Daddy and you could tell just by the look on his face that God gave him the peace we had prayed for.
Little miracles are everywhere and it humbles me to think how much time I waste focusing on anything else. Everything else about life becomes insignificant when we just hone in on how much worth those little miracles hold. Thank God for moments like these when we can step back, take a deep breathe, and know…it is all going to be okay. Nothing, nothing in this life is greater than our Father’s love for us and it pains me to think how often I forget about this truth.
I must be so special to Him. I must be. Why else would he care enough about the little tiny pleas for help that I lift up to Him? Why else would He constantly lift me up even when I am constantly turning my back to Him? Like any parent to their child I am always perfect in His sight. No matter what. And I always will be. I cannot fathom anything carrying any more worth than that.