...the countdown that is. 6 weeks (give or take a week or 2 depending on how attached Finley is to his current living conditions).
We are getting SO excited. We've had 8 months for the news that we were pregnant to sink in and I can honestly say, it hasn't. Whenever I think about it, I still get that butterfly, confused, shocked, amazed, overwhelmed feeling that I got that first day. WE ARE HAVING A BABY FOLKS! A son, no less! And I am grateful once again at the amazing goodness of God. Looking back over the 8 years of trying to conceive, I can see His hand over & over carrying us through the grief & broken-heartedness of infertility. And yet, I can also see Him saying 'Not yet', faithfully over and over as I screamed angrily at Him in my frustration and lack of understanding. He really is faithful. He is constant. He remains the same. And Finley was part of His plan from the beginning. God saw him and knit him together at His perfect time. Not ours. And now, I wouldn't change it for the world.
The struggle, the brokenness, and the pain was all for our sake. Because out of it, came trust, faith and a desperate need to hold onto Jesus.
And so, now we wait...
..for our miracle to arrive!
