2 years. Maybe this wasn’t what God had planned for us. Several doctor’s appointments, medication prescribed and taken, and no announcement. Damaris and I were feeling discouraged. We were on the verge of giving up. And then we decided over the Christmas season that we were going to let God do what He wanted; His plans were going to proceed without us forcing it.
A funny thing happens when we loosen our grip on our own plans: God is free to move. So in January 2016, we found out we were pregnant! We were overjoyed, overcome, and over the moon.
Those 9 months seemed to both fly by and move at a snail’s pace, but eventually we were holding our beautiful 7lb 3oz daughter, Thea.
She was everything that God had promised and more; she was a blessing from heaven. I don’t know what our lives would be without her on this earth.
I am so thankful for Thea. She has taught me so much about patience, love, and joy. She has been a reflection for me; God loves me just as I love her. I have been able to appreciate God’s love so much more through being Thea’s dad.
I also wanted to take this time – in this moment – to say that I know waiting 2 years for our daughter isn’t comparable to how long people have waited (or are still waiting) for their miracle. I don’t want to make light of those struggles. I understand the pain and the anguish. There were definitely nights where I questioned God, where I tried to bargain, where I wondered if I was being punished for something I did.
I just want you to know that if this is something you are struggling with, that my prayers are with you. Drop me a line, reach out, and I will make you a part of my prayers. No one is alone in this life. We are here together for each other.