in the love of Christ

During worship a couple of Sundays ago, I sang the words "impossible things in His name they shall be done". I sang that tonight, realizing that the impossible things I prayed for were not done last week. I knew that our tiny baby had passed but I prayed God would bring that baby back to life before my next doctor's appointment. He did not do that. He welcomed that child into His glory in Heaven and I was asking for Him to send him or her back to me. I sang those same words with more belief than ever before again tonight. "Impossible things in His name they SHALL BE DONE!" because those words are true. They were true last week. They are true today. They will be true forever. I have learned and I KNOW that my God is capable of the impossible. He can breathe life into dead things. He is steadfast and faithful. But, if my prayers are not for His Will, they may not be answered in the way I hoped. I may be praying for "good" things but that does not mak

On this Sunday, one year ago, I sat in my house excited for what the next day held. We had decided to speed up a very slow labor and have baby Jane induced early Monday morning. I couldn't eat anything after midnight, not that I wanted to as the labor contractions had already started and they were not playing nice on the way to the hospital. Needless to say, that was an anxious Sunday. Anxious and exciting. Today is a Sunday. It is the beginning of the week my baby girl will turn one year old! What a whirlwind. But I am, once again, not having anything to eat or drink after midnight and heading to a hospital room not too terribly far from the one baby Jane was born in for a slightly different reason. Jane has a little brother or sister on Heaven now and it is time for me to let that precious child go. We had known for a few weeks we were expecting but I was extremely anxious about our first appointment. Our OB said that was common for the second time around so we had our little