Day Sixteen: I am thankful for a precious little 10 month old baby boy affectionately called Chubbs. He came into our lives about 3 weeks ago as an emergency foster placement, and is set to leave our lives on Tuesday if everything goes as scheduled for his mom. We all, of course, fell in love with the little guy and have enjoyed showering him in that love every day. If we never see him again after Tuesday, he will not remember us but I will never forget him. God used him in a special way in my life. Some of my closest friends and family know that I have been struggling with vertigo every day for the last 5 months. About 6 weeks ago, my husband asked the kids and I to start praying for another baby. Well...I instantly started crying because I was sure that this was something I absolutely could not take on at this point. Three weeks and one day later, we are contacted about Chubbs. I could not say no to the pleadings of my husband and kids, so we said yes. I cried out and prayed silently in my heart even as I pulled out the baby stuff in storage. You see, after 5 months, I had lost a little faith and heart. I was wondering if God was answering or even earing my prayers. I am ashamed of this, but there is the dark truth of it. I even think I was in a depression. Here is the miracle of this long story...less than 24 hours after Chubbs arrival, I knew that God was not ignoring fears or prayers. Chubbs had the clothes on his back, the cutest smile (that parts his chubby cheeks in the most adorable way), and a very low-maintenance type ability to find his own place in the day. He has been content with the easiest part of mothering...loving him. He has been like a hug from God, and a message saying, Trust Me. I will never leave thee nor forsake thee. All this to say how thankful I am for a God that is personal.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 00:12:52 +0000