Miracles.

I’m a little late sharing this post because I wanted to revel in it for a little while but here goes!

The past few years have been undeniably hard. Brutal at times. But in those times of heartbreak I found something so sweet…a personal relationship with Christ. The loss of Gabriel forced me to lean on the One who could heal the depth of that pain. Of course I’ve stumbled. I’ve cried out why. I’ve been jealous and bitter when I saw people announce a pregnancy. I’ve wept tears of joy and sadness. But the only thing that got me through was Jesus. As hard as it’s been, we have held on and over and over I have come back to the verse, “I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born.” Isaiah 66:9

Fast forward to us being blessed with the opportunity to go to Haiti and share with others the love of Christ that saved me. (I’m gonna have to share all about Haiti too since that was definitely fear meeting faith!) I was so scared y’all. Like unbelievably scared. As it got closer, I didn’t want to go. My headaches ramped up. I found out I had a CSF leak and I got a blood patch days before we flew out. I feared everything from disease, to not being equipped to share the gospel, to plane crashes. I fought God hard with reasons why it may be better to stay behind. But all along I knew God wanted me to go. I kept hearing Him clearly say “Don’t you see I have a plan? You said ‘send me and I’ll go’ so what’s the problem?” So I reluctantly boarded the plane, left my comfort zone (in many ways) and landed in a country that blessed my heart beyond all belief.

We spent the next week being God’s hands and feet and loving on people. We worked hard and sweated harder. We forged relationships with people we wouldn’t have been able to even lay eyes on without that opportunity. We worshipped as ONE in two different languages and felt the Spirit move. It was incredible. But nothing prepared me for my own personal joy that was brewing.

On Wednesday of that week, I discovered I was pregnant. In Haiti. Two years of trying and we were literally ONE week from starting treatments for infertility to try to get pregnant, but God had better plans. It was already in His timing. How awesome that we find out in Haiti of all places, that a miracle was underway?! I immediately heard God saying “See. I told you I have a plan. Do you believe me now?”

On a leap of faith we told our mission team so we could cover this new life with prayer and we made the video that you probably have already seen. It terrifies me to announce knowing what happened with Gabriel and the loss after him. But every time I hear fear whisper, I hear God’s voice loud and clear saying “trust me.” So here it goes. This is me trusting God’s magnificent plan and sharing with the world that we are expecting our miracle baby in January! 🌈

886 days.

2 miscarriages.

4 surgeries.

Numerous rounds of hormones.

3 Clomid cycles.

Countless tears.

Endless prayers

…and two people with a faith as small as a mustard seed led us to this.

“Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!” Luke 1:45