 When I was pregnant with my son I oftentimes had time to sit and reflect on the faithfulness of God. I had slowed down. I would sit and wait to feel him move. I would stop and rest. I would be still and revel in the moment of where God placed me.
I wrote the following words on this day six years ago during one of those moments of resting and reflecting: I was sitting here waiting for baby Joseph to move for the morning. When he finally did I thanked him. Then I thanked God for giving him to me. Eight years we have waited for this. Countless tests, procedures, a miscarriage, a surgery and month after month of disappointment.
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