Wow… Julie decided to take a pregnancy test this evening while I was attending a church function, and I got an interesting text message that said, “Seriously…. I really need you to come home as soon as possible.” I questioned whether or not she was okay, and she advised me that she was in fact okay, but I was not allowed to “hob nob” afterward. Apparently I have a reputation.
There was still about 20 minutes left in our meeting discussion, and my deductive reasoning began to spin all the implications of her request to rush home. After all, I knew that she was packing for her San Francisco trip and supposedly making some peach cobbler from a couple prime candidates we had leftover from the food we took to the lake this past weekend. I sent an inquiry to her, “Is it the peach cobbler?” and she replied, “No… so much better.”
I have to tell you that the FIRST thought in my head is that she had taken a pregancy test and could not wait to tell me when I got home. I knew it in my gut.
The discussion I was involved in at the moment was about “belief”. We read Mark 9 and the story of the mute boy that the disciples were unable to heal. After the failed attempts by the disciples, Jesus comes along, and the Father of the boy says to him, “I believe; help my unbelief!”. Jesus then casts out the spirit within the boy and he is healed. The disciples inquired why they could not cast out the spirit within the boy, and Jesus replies, “This kind can come out only by prayer.”
Julie and I have been tested in our faith during the past 18 months (or so) that we have tried to have a baby. We have both believed from the bottom of our hearts that we are meant to be parents, and we had begun to question God’s plan for us. As far back as 6 months ago, we began to talk about our frustrations with our closest friends and family, and they all have offered their prayers. We had already been to the doctors to be tested, and aside from medical assistance, this was all we had left.
As the months passed and other friends were announcing their pregnancies to us, we felt a bit more frustration and anger, not towards the new parents-to-be, but towards God. We knew we needed to continue praying, but now the humbling sentiment of prayer was turning to complacency and resentment. “Lord, I believe in you; help my unbelief!” — these were the only words that truly expressed how I felt when all the other prayers felt insincere.
Back to this evening…
I DID have some people to talk to after the meeting, but I would not have called it “hob nobbing” or loitering. I’ve never felt more nervous on the way home. As I parked in the garage, I turned off the car and whispered to myself, “Please, Lord, let it be true.” I walked inside and there sitting next to the couch was a positive pregnancy test and Julie jumped to her feet to hug me. We both cried.
To all of you that prayed for us, we want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
-RB
PS – “Hello world” was the default headline for this first post when I setup this blog. As a programmer, I see this text in EVERY coding example, and it gets old. However, I reconsidered when I put it in perspective of new life and the blog of a child that has just been introduced… his first words are, “Hello world!”