Momma, guess what I prayed for this morning, she said over lunch.
“What?” I asked.
A new baby sister, she explained.
“What’s wrong with the one you’ve got?” I asked, expecting something like she takes my toys or I’m tired of her.
No, not instead of Allie. A ‘nother baby sister.
“Oh, no, honey, that can’t happen. Daddy and I think our family is perfect with two little girls. Plus, after Allie was born, I had a surgery to make my body not grow any more babies. It’s impossible for us to have another baby sister.”
She eyed me, obviously comparing my words against something she’d heard before.
Eventually, she went back to her lunch, and I was grateful the sticky conversation was over.
It wasn’t over.
Mom? she said a few minutes later. She calls me Mom most of the time now.
Nothing is impossible with God.
“That is true, Grace. Nothing is impossible with God.”
Miss Pam told me that God hears my prayers.
“Of course he does, honey. God does hear your prayers.”
Good. I’m going to pray for a new baby sister again tomorrow.
I have no doubt that she will.
Being a mother of two children stretches me further than I ever thought possible. I couldn’t handle another; my second almost killed me.
But then, If He intends to bring another baby into my life (please, oh please, not through my uterus), He will give me the grace and strength I need to parent it.
Still, I hope Grace forgets.
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. – Isaiah 40:31
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