I believe in God.
I know this is not a new statement for you. But my faith in God, while it has been tested numerous times, and may not always be as strong as I’d like it to be when tested, is the backbone of who I am. No matter what trials and tribulations He put’s me and my family through, I always come back to Him.
E’s name literally translates (in Hebrew) to “God has answered my prayer”. Every day I wake up and literally see, hold, and kiss an answered prayer, live in the flesh. E coming to us is nothing short of a miracle. Not just because of the steps it took to lead E to us. It’s a miracle that E even survived long enough to be born. In recent week’s I’ve learned more about Sam’s* life, and the things she’s been through, and while I won’t air her baggage here, I will simply state that my daughter, coming home to us, was literally a miracle in itself.
God is amazing. Nothing He does is out of emotion or reaction. Everything is a thorough, thought out action that aligns with the next action. He is amazing.
So when I talked to my beautiful, amazing, and courageous friend Taylor tonight, and she shared with my why “Today was a shitty day”, I turned to Him. Well, Him and the 500+ people on my prayer chain. And so now I’m turning to you, I’m asking you to help me pray for His continued miracles. For Tay, for E, for Sam*, for my friends waiting for their babies and for those babies birth families. Miracles aren’t just found in fairy tales, they’re all around us, all we have to do is ask for them.