Reminders of who we are

In preparation for our wedding day we wanted the world to know that our lives, our marriage, and our future family wasn't about us-it was about Jesus. We sat together and we wrote out all the ways God prepared and brought us together. We wanted our wedding to be a glimpse of the wedding feast talked about in the Bible. We wanted to always look back on that day and be reminded that we are just a small part of a much bigger story, that all we need to do is worship the Creator. All three of our boys have taught us to worship God even in the hard. Silas, was very sick. We ran test after test. They even thought he might have a blockage in his belly called pyloric stenosis. Turned out to be a milk allergy. We couldn't afford the formula, it costs hundreds of dollars a month. So we prayed. A few days later we received a check saying we over paid our doctor, and then another check saying we over paid our car insurance, together those checks covered a months worth of formula. Then a card came with a check for enough money to cover another months supply, and a group of men took up donations to cover yet again another months worth, and we worshiped... Isaac was born purple, if you look at his birth photos you watch his skin turn a deep blue. I counted his fingers and toes, I waited and prayed. The nurses said some babies just take a minute to breathe. He didn't take that breath until the nurses rescued him, he was silently choking. Charlie stepped back and watched as I bleed way to much in the afterbirth knowing I was completely unaware as I held my blue baby boy. He prayed, scared for us both, knowing God was the God of miracles...Our third boy, our Happy One, at just a few weeks old he got sick. It was Silas all over again. The puking, the weight loss, all the same test, only this time he did have pyloric stenosis, he had a blockage in his belly. We prayed. We were just the foster parents, we were at the mercy of the doctors, and the state. We couldn't ask for second opinions, to be transferred or even to be admitted or discharged. But God as always, he heard our cries and our whispered thank yous. Everybody said he needed the surgery, he hadn't eaten in three days, nothing could pass through his stomach-not even his spit. He weighed less then 6 lbs. The surgeon without even laying eyes on him said wait, everybody else said it needs to be done. The surgeon said they were understaffed and couldn't do it on the weekend, and that we would reevaluate the situation on Monday or Tuesday. The pediatric doctor volunteered to assist, and so in a few hours our boy's belly was clear, he was eating. Once again we had another story, another piece of our lives that says even when we can't protect our boys, God can. He is worthy of our trust. He is worthy of our worship.