Congratulations

Today we worked on figuring out medical bills. Does anyone else feel like you have to have a college degree to understand insurance claims? Boy, do I ever.

As we hung up with the nice lady who patiently explained where and how all our pennies are being distributed (there are lots of pennies to be distributed), she sweetly said; "congratulations on your little one." I guess all the claims were billed to procedures that looked a lot like a new addition to our family. It was a punch in the gut to hear the words and know I would never bring my baby home.

But you know what I know? Every piece of my soul knows unequivocally that God cares about families.  He cares about mamas being the best mamas they can be, and about babies being born and loved, and about daddies who are heroes to their little boys, and kings to their little girls. He. Cares.

Until yesterday at about 2:40 PM, for some reason I have been feeling like we are asking for the moon and every single star in the sky with all the long and multiple pleading prayers for our little family. Then yesterday at about 2:40 PM it hit me. He wants this for you too. It was empowering more than entitling. Because when you know you're working with God, that's like the best ever.