People always say that if you want to get pregnant, buy a dog. I say give away all that baby furniture moldering in the garage. Little did I know in that moment of surrender that a miracle was already growing in my belly. In some ways, I believe that the moment we surrender, some kind of creative miracle is already gestating..
Soon after we discovered the baby’s gender, we had quite a scare. At twenty weeks, I discovered I was in trouble. After an emergency surgery, I minded the doctor’s orders: bed rest for three months.
My bed-rest quickly became a spiritual desert, and in that hard season, God searched me and knew my heart (Ps. 139:23).
All that unfilled, unoccupied time became a crowbar used by God to pry open my heart. Things leaked out that I had not taken time to look at. Not in a really long time.
