My father in law asked me what my favorite memory of 2020 was. March 2020 we finally got our sweet baby we waited 2 years for. Out of the whole year, my mind went straight to the day we got our phone call. The morning we got the call he was actually ours, I saw Jesus as the Waymaker only He can be.
March 19th. Standing in Target latte in hand, tears in my eyes shopping for my new little man that we were about to meet.
I caught a look at myself in this mirror (realizing I really needed to grab a cart) and just stared at myself with an arm full of b a b y clothes.
Witnessing God’s promise coming true.
Witnessing the pain of the wait coming to an end.
Witnessing redemption that could only be apart of God’s plan.
Nothing comes close to this day for me.
Nothing comes close to getting a call that a baby was ours.
Nothing comes close to feeling God’s presence as He gave me something I could’ve never given myself.
Days later, my arms were full of the most beautiful seven pound little love. Promises being fulfilled. Jesus turning all things the enemy meant for harm, for good.