A few weeks ago, I got an email from Lauren. Lauren started telling me her story, and how a post I wrote about my dear little Shelby had come at a great time in her life, and how God had shown up for her and her family. I cried as I read her email. And then I begged her to write up the whole story for you. Be encouraged today, friends. God is for us.

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I always hoped my life would go a certain way. I expected it. I pictured it. Silly me.

A few years ago the husband and I started on a journey that, at times, we didn’t want to be on. We hoped for something different. God had other plans.

We always hoped for children. Which is why we were pleasantly surprised to find out we were expecting a few years ago. That joy soon turned to tears when we experienced a loss to miscarriage a couple months later. It was more than we thought we could handle, but God thought otherwise because about a year later we experienced another loss. Family and friends tried to reassure and comfort us. Doctors kept telling us it was just statistics. But it was still hard to understand why it was all happening. There were waves of emotions. There were many prayers and tears, often at the same time. Times we just wanted to give up hope.

But here is where the story gets better. I came home one evening and my husband was just hanging up the phone. There was this girl and it wasn’t the right time, she didn’t have the means, she couldn’t raise this child….We always talked about adoption. But we could never have guessed how or when it would happen.

We found out about him in January. He was born in February. We had one month to prepare everything for this baby to come into our home but we had been ready for years. There was never any doubt in our minds that he was meant to be in our family.

And here is where the story gets better. Our son wasn’t alive five days, he wasn’t in our home 48 hours, when we found out we were expecting. Eight months later our daughter was born. I used to work a 9-5 sitting behind a desk in front of a computer. Now I spend all my days feeding, burping, changing, holding, hugging, kissing, playing with, reading to, soothing a 6 month old and a 14 month old. And its amazing.

[Note from Annie: Um, how beyond cute are THEY? Totes adorbs.]

A lot of times we don’t get to understand the why in God’s plan for our life. When we look at our family now, we can’t imagine it any other way. Our son was meant to be in this family. Our daughter was meant to be his younger sister. If we didn’t experience the heartbreaks, things might be different. We are glad they aren’t. Now I have this amazing story to tell my kids. A story of hope and God’s faithfulness and how He used us and humbled us and blessed us with the two of them.

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I’m so grateful for readers like Lauren who take time to email and share what God is doing in their lives. We overcome by the power of Jesus’ blood AND the word of our testimonies (Rev. 12:11). I am encouraged today. I hope you are too.

Amen?

Amen.