This isn’t really my story to tell, but I’m going to tell it anyway. 'Cause that's just how I roll.
I host a bible study once per week where a group of chicks from church get together, open our bibles, our hearts, and pray together. Good times.
Two of the chicks in our group are pregnant and one of them told us at her 20th week that she was diagnosed with placenta previa. This is a real bummer because apparently when you have this, your placenta blocks the “hole” (highly technical term) where the baby is suppose to come out. This means that the mom has physical restrictions, she can have bleeding, 3rd trimester bed rest, pre-term delivery and most likely a c-section.
Apparently if the placenta is only partially blocking the “hole” – then there is a chance that it will move over as everything grows "in there" (another highly technical term) and the baby might be able to squeeze by. But unfortunately, our friend’s placenta was sitting right over the hole, “like a big balloon on a donut” and there was “no chance” that it would move.
But we serve a God who defies statistics, human logic, and doctor’s warnings and we had a wild idea to pray for Him to move that placenta anyway. Our friend tried to warn us that there was no chance…until I asked her squarely if she was telling us that she didn’t think that God could move it if he wanted to. She said, “of course he can…but…” and at that point, there was no talking to me. I was rallying the troops – “when is your next ultrasound?” “28 weeks”. “That gives us 8 weeks to pray and I’m certain that if God can create the entire world in 6 days, He can move a placenta in 8 weeks”.
So we prayed. Every week. We prayed with faith and with power. We were even so bold to ask God to bring Glory to Himself as He answered our prayer so that the people doing the ultrasound and the doctors would all know that He is a Mighty God!
Today was the ultra-sound. I suppose you’re expecting me to tell you that the placenta moved…otherwise why would this story be so great, right? Right. It did move. But even more miraculous was the way in which he answered our prayers. Today, was her 28-week ultrasound, and I received this text:
So she started the ultrasound and stopped and asked, “Do you by any chance have a church that’s been praying for you?” I said, “Yes, I have people praying faithfully, why?” She said, “not only did the placenta move, but it’s far enough that you don’t need a c-section!!!” I said, “the doctors said that wouldn’t happen”…and she said, “if you have people praying then you know there’s only One Person that could’ve done this!”
One of the things the Lord has been impressing upon my heart lately is the responsibility I have as a mom to my three little munchkins.
I love them so much. What an awesome responsibility it is to train up little human beings. I feel all too often that I am not doing a great job with this responsibility - but the kids, somehow are surviving and indeed thriving even with my inadequate parenting skills. They're great kids and I'm truly proud of the people they are shaping up to be.
My life is going through a metamorphasis....things that were once important (career, finances, material things), are losing their flavor and God is giving me a desire for the things that are important to Him (His glory, the family He has given me, and TIME to enjoy both of these things).
I look forward to spending more time with Him and with them.
A group of 7 chicks from all over the world - our connection to one another was like "six degrees of separation". (note: Tam is standing in for Megs in the above photo)
And even though many of us hadn't met each other before, our week together in Africa has bonded us forever. We laughed together (a lot), we cried together, and we experienced the joy and heartache that is Africa together.
..and then there are these guys. Our Ethiopian friends and honorary members of the A Team. Our translators, protectors, guides, brothers-in-Christ, and friends. ...and even though they talked about us in Amharic and then laughed at us - we still love them forever.
Plus, we secretly laughed at them wearing our "girls cut" A Team shirts - so I believe that makes us even.
The problem is that I didn't think to get the invites out until last Monday. ...which meant that I needed to come up with a snazzy little invite. These little numbers took an embarrassing amount of time, effort, and money to create.
But on Saturday, it was all worth it!
Maya and Will definitely had the competitive edge in terms of the donut-on-a-string contest. Maya's been sucking down donuts on a string since she was two. In fact, I'm pretty sure she thinks this is the "normal" way to eat them.
Then there was capture the flag - we had to run off some of that powered sugar!
And finally, she opened up her gifts. She opened this card from a certain Grandma and exclaimed, "I got a dollar!"