What I Don't Believe

What I don't believe is that in almost 2 weeks, I'll have an official toddler. She's been one in my mind for months. No baby food, walking everywhere, climbing everywhere, and fast, fast, fast! I don't know anyone who is a stay at home mom that has relaxing days just spent on the couch. Once the baby is mobile, there is no stopping (unless of course it's naptime, when mommy can blog...or shower!)

Ady's party has been planned in my mind for months. It's coming up in 2 weeks and we are so looking forward to spending the day celebrating with the people who have invested their time and love into our sweet little girl. :)


What I don't believe, is that I'm a mother. I am having flashbacks of time before Ady was growing in my tummy. My heart, was breaking. Just breaking. It was broken that others got pregnant on the first try. I was broken because I had to have 2 surgeries, was in enormous amounts of pain and still didn't have one to hold. It just wasn't fair. But, God wasn't finished with me yet. Through my painful journey I learned the sweet feeling of surrenduring it all into the arms of Jesus. I learned to be more patient, more loving. And then, on January 16th, after a very painful day spent in Louisville, I found out....He hadn't forgotten me.

I can remember my eyes were just dancing. I bet I had looked at 25 negatives. But the positive...it showed up so much faster. I was in awe, disbelief, and excited all at once. To know that my greatest desire, that my suffering, had not been in vain. The Lord had prevailed and He had a plan for little Ady. I remember my first OB appointment.

My mom and Joseph were there. When I saw her on the monitor, then saw her heart beating and heard the pitter patter sound; I began to cry. It was so very surreal. Then a few weeks later, we invited our sweet friends and close family to a "revealing party" as we "revealed" that our Ady was in fact, an Ady. I will never forget the look on my mother's face. It was such a sweet moment.

Joseph and I were estatic. We were going to welcome this precious little girl into the world in September.

I had many scares throughout my pregnancy. Falls, blood pressure, etc. I can see now how the Lord had His hand on me and Ady so many times. I may have never shared this with you, but the entire time I was pregnant I loved the song "Safe in His Arms". When I'd play it, Ady would kick, kick, kick!

I remember the morning my water broke. I told Joseph we had to listen to it on the way to the hospital. It was one of our most intimate and precious moments together as a family of 2 just one more time. The morning I woke up, I knew she was going to be born. I just knew it. When my water broke, I screamed and started running through the house so excited. My mom called my Tatay who then turned around from going toward Atlanta to visit my uncle and made it in time to see Ady be born. I remember Joseph freaking out when I called him at work. I remember that I literally hadn't so much hung the phone up, and he was already in the driveway. :)

I was admitted around lunchtime and my blood pressure was extremely high. After an epidural and some medication, it finally regulated. But, at 9:00 that evening I was still making no progress. I was only at 3 cm and my water had broken 12 hours prior. I was having the most mindless and useless contractions. I STIL believe that had my water not broken, Ady would have just come out at my home. Even to the second she was born into this world, the contractions never went to the "top" and there was no, and I mean absolutely no pattern. At 10:10 pm my best friend, Heather, my mom, Joseph, and Tatay were all in the room discussing my "useless" contractions. I remember feeling like I needed to push. How I did, I don't know. I was so numb it didn't make sense. I was so embarassed to tell the nurse because I knew it wasn't time, but I told her. And she said, "good girl." When I asked her what she meant, her intern said "all I feel is head". The nurse then said, "you're a 10!" I said, "Oh my gosh! Like how close are we??" And she replied that Ady was coming right...then! She screamed for someone to call the doctor and in less than 17 minutes I was holding her. The nurse feared that she was going to have to be the one to catch Ady. She came so fast. And she literally flopped out. I will never forget that moment as long as I live. That moment when I saw her, and it was real. When I saw my faith meet my eyes.

When I saw my heartache and burdens that had been laid at the cross, and then my baby? Ah...there is nothing more miraculous. There is nothing sweeter than bringing a baby into the world when you were told you never would be able to. Praise the Lord! They weighed her, and she was perfect.

She has captivated us all since the first second she took a breath into this world.

I can vividly remember the night she was born when it was just Joseph and I. I am, first of all, so beyond thankful to have married such a precious person.

But, I can remember sobbing that night. I was scared to death. I looked at him and told him I didn't have the first clue what to do. He understood; he was right there with me. There is no manual. But, I can say that through this past year, the manual that we have entrusted to raising Ady is the Bible, a lot of prayers, and each other. Our marriage has grown through our struggles and through the birth of our miracle baby.

What I don't believe is that my now almost 12 month old, was once this tiny.

I can't believe that today she's climbing stairs (her new favorite thing to d0.)

Crawling around with her fairy wings on:

Showing us her funny personality:

And being the most precious and perfect baby ever:

As I approach this new chapter in Ady's life, I can't help but look back and reflect on the miraculous entry she had into this world. The painful nights, but then the joyous morning. She will always be my proof that no good thing will He withhold from those who serve and love Him. She wasn't supposed to be here today, but she is. Through a lot of tears, I don't believe that I have this gift. But, I will gladly boast in the power of the Lord and how He carried us through that dark time into the light that we have in our little Ady today! :)

Bear Goes Everywhere

For the first few months Ady would only fall asleep if she held onto a burp cloth. Those (along with about 75 bibs) were put into the storage a while ago. But, Ady has her "bear" that she can not live without. If I ask her to go find bear, she'll crawl over to it and laugh and smile. It's the most precious thing ever. I can't really remember exactly when she started holding onto him (or her?), but if I look back in pictures he (or she) is sneaking in the background :)

Bear goes with us to the pool:

Bear goes with us on a walk:

Bear goes with us when we're crawling around:

Bear goes with us when it's time to listen to a story:

Bear goes with us when it's time to eat:

Bear goes with us when it's time for Tatay to rock her baby girl to sleep:

Bear goes with us when Ady falls fast asleep: (This picture was taken when we were on vacation. On the last night we had already packed the pack and play and so she got a big treat: to sleep in a bed with mommy and daddy!)


Bear always goes with us on walks, but the other day bear fell out. I had made it back into the garage and as I was unstrapping her I asked (as I always do), "where is bear?" Bless her heart, she looked around and he wasn't there. I realized he must have fallen out. All you mommies reading this understand. I started to panic. There is no one else like bear, no substitutes. So, I retracked my steps and found bear on the ground; about 3/4 a mile away. Whew.


And there was a very happy Ady :)


Why? Because Bear Goes Everywhere!

The Apology

I can't believe it's taken me over a month to post a new blog. Well....actually, I can believe it. Ady became very, very mobile this month. Which means, very little time to post (as if I had it before). I left for Hilton Head for a girls getaway on July 8th, and a couple days before that she figured out how to move...and fast! For the past 3 months she's been able to crawl to an object close. I thought she would have had the fast crawl figured out a long time ago, but I'm so glad she didn't. She did it on her own time. And boy, she's fast! :) I love it!


She is walking everywhere if you hold her hands, but she's not ready to do it on her own yet. And, I'm taking the advice of good counsel and not rushing her. She will learn when she wants. I know far too many people who rushed their children to walking. Ady is a smart cookie and she is very cautious when she's holding onto things. She'll only let go to get to another thing if she thinks her balance is right. I know that this will help when she is ready to walk for good. I know they'll be stumbles and falls, but I think her taking her time is going to keep them at a minimum. At least, I can hope that :)


Ady is talking more than ever before. She said "doggy" a few weeks ago. Her first "official" word. She says doggy, dog, or "gaga" when she refers to them. She loves, loves, loves the dogs. This past week we were on vacation with my family. I call my grandmother (whom Ady is named after), Tatay. Ady said her name and it just melted Tatay's heart. We went to get a drink one afternoon and a gray headed woman was in front of us in line. Ady reached over to her and said "Tatay!" It was so sweet. The woman said, "I'm not your Tatay, honey". It was just precious!

At 11 months Ady is eating everything and I am now taking her to 1 Prevacid dose (Prayers PLEASE that this will work!). Her dr wants her off it completely. I'm now taking her to 15 mg a day instead of 30mg. I'm really hoping it's gone for good. In a few days, we'll see. Ady eats everything she can get her hands on. She's such a good eater and I'm so proud :)


Ady has a very funny personality. I don't think I've ever seen a baby with such life to them. (I'm not biased at all, I know). She makes these hilarious faces with her mouth and she knows that she's funny. She started giving you things and then asking for them back. She's a true indian giver. If you ask her to give you her paci, she will. If you ask her for milk, she'll spit her paci out and wait to drink it. She drank from a regular cup this past week and loved it. I'm contemplating just doing that from now on. She loves to drink water. Good girl :) She also loves to squeal, and I mean loud. She's not upset, she just loves to hear herself talk. This past week she had an audience of 9. I'm not sure how she'll survive now without a platform :) Ady learned how to "pat a cake" this week. She claps, then rolls her hands together (looks like she's washing her hands!), then throws her arms up. It is beyond precious. I can't ever seem to capture it, but when I do, I'll share!

We did a photo shoot for 11 months at the beach, and well....it's not very easy to get her to stop and look :) The best one was her with no bow on :)


We had such a wonderful vacation this past week in Panama City. It's the first time the whole family was together in a long, long time. We got some family pictures made on the beach. They turned out so great!


Tatay sure does lover her namesake, Adyline Margaret :)



I couldn't be more grateful for this picture! :)


I also was able to see Dr. Bain who moved her practice to Panama City Beach. The short story is that she was an emmensely vital person to Ady getting here. I had already had one surgery 9 months prior and was still in excruciating pain every single day. She worked me in within 4 days and performed my surgery and was very honest about what she found. She even said she kept me "open" longer than normal to search, she knew I was in so much pain; and she knew I wanted a baby and had been trying and nothing was working. She gave me pictures of all she found. I carried them around like 8x10 glossies! But, they were vital to the next step: Dr. Karon. The pictures showed very detailed images of all that she removed and how it was all over my body. Those pictures went with me when I, 6 weeks later, went to an infertility specialist, Dr. Karon. From the pictures alone, she tested me for PCOS. And then started me on medicine because she didn't need the test results to affirm it. And....I had to stay on the medicine through my entire pregnancy. I found out a few days later it was positive, and then about a week later I was pregnant. You see, I had to be on that medicine anyways with Ady. God just fast forwarded a little bit and had me start it early. Dr. Bain's pictures were so vital. I firmly believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that had Dr. Bain not done my surgery (My first surgeon moved 3 months after she did my surgery), I would not be pregnant today. She did what no doctor before had done for me, she listened. I can't tell you how long she just sat and listened to me cry. She held my hand and just let me cry. And she did everything in her power to get to the bottom of it. I love Dr. Karon, and she took wonderful care of me and Ady, but Dr. Bain will always hold a very special place in my heart. She gave me a gift I might not have today had she not worked so hard. I had to pull a lot of strings to get to see her, but it was such a sweet moment once I saw her. I started to talk, and then the tears just flowed. I was overcome with emotion. The last time I saw her, I was crying, I didn't understand why there was still no baby. And to be able to show her my beautiful 11 month old daughter. Gosh, there isn't anything sweeter! She wants us to visit once a year on our vacation and gave me an address to mail a Christmas card to. Afterall, she is a part of our family!



As Ady approaches her first year of life, it is filled with a lot of emotions. I am daily more aware of how blessed we were to have conceived her. Joseph and I truly know what it's like to suffer, to mourn, to think a baby will never happen. I experienced so much pain. But, today there is so much joy. Whenever I look in my beautiful blue eyed baby girl's face, I praise God for His faithfulness. I was at the bottom of the pit, at the end of my rope, but I still was gripping onto His word. He never let us go. He never, ever let go. He had it all planned out. I am so thankful He made us wait. Because we struggled, we can praise Him even more for this gift we have to hold today!

The Top Ten.

Yep. She's 10 months old. I just can't believe it. It's gone too fast. The Top Ten for Ady this month:

1. Teeth. She has 3 bottom teeth. Most babies cut 2 at the bottom, then 2 at the top. Well...she is a girl of fashion. Of course she can beat to her own drum and cut teeth however she wishes, right? :)

2. Food. Well sayonara baby food. it's been nice knowing you. She is officially a toddler. Eating noodles, chicken nuggets, french fries (I know, I'm such health conscience mom, aren't I??), she'll eat "big girl" carrots, sweet potatoes, LOVES rolls, cinnamon rolls, Cheerios, animal crackers, vanilla wafer, etc, etc, etc.

The only problem. She hates baby food. I stopped trying to force it to her. And currently this week (this post is a little late, so sorry!), she will only eat Cheerios and Puffs. Oh, well! I love watching her explore new foods.
She ate her first happy meal a few weekends ago when we were on the way to Nashville The next day, she had Wendy's. She ate 4 chicken nuggets. We've gone out to several restaurants and even ordered her her very own meal one night. You may think I'm crazy because she's only 10 months, but I'm telling you...the girl can flat eat. I'm feeding a toddler, not a baby. Makes me sad and happy all at once. It does make going out much easier. She can eat off my plate too. She absolutely loves a place that serves rolls. She is her mommy's girl :)

3. Walking. She will walk from one thing to another, down the couch, around the coffee table, etc, etc. If you hold her she crawls all over you and stands up. She is a busy, busy girl. She was walking with her baby doll stroller a few weeks ago.

She stood for just a few seconds by herself and we were able to capture it :)

4. Sleep. She went through about a week of no naps. I'd get 20-3o minute ones here and there. For about 2-3 weeks her nights have been horrible. She'll wake up every 30 minutes-an hour screaming out. I think tooth #4 is soon to come up. She's slept in our bed many, many nights. But, she does have nights when she sleeps just fine.

5. Talking. She loves to talk. She is definitely a social bug. When we are out in public people always laugh at her. She loves to smile at them and make all kinds of noises.

6. Personality. She is definitely a funny girl. She is going to be the class clown, just like her daddy. She is so happy. People always ask me if she's always as happy as she seems. The answer, yes. When she's not feeling well from her teeth or overly tired, she'll go through cranky spurts. But, she is a very happy well rounded little girl :)

7. Clothes. She can still wear 6 month onesies. How, I don't know. A few weeks ago I went on a shopping spree and "restocked" her wardrobe. The onesies fit her, but whenever I dress her, I notice that they are a little snug around her arms. So, I decided it was the perfect excuse for a shopping trip. They are so cute on her. But, really. She could wear a paper sack and look cute. :)

8. Development. She loves to clap when we do, put her hands in the air when she's happy, wave bye bye, and wave to people. We're working on blowing kisses. I can't wait until she learns this! She has mastered the art of fast crawling, and it appears each day she adds more speed.

9. Emotionally. She has been very anxious to be without me lately. While we were in Nashville she would only go to my mom and I. Anyone else made her cry. It made me so sad, but I think she's starting to become more aware of her surroundings and that sometimes I leave her (although it's rare).

10. Perfect. But, you already knew that :) Here are some photos from the 10 month photo shoot. It was quite entertaining. She is very difficult to photograph now. Too busy. But, still so cute :)

We had a great 4th. I LOVED Ady's dress :)

We stayed in Lexington and my parents came up with Caden. We had a great time. We're so blessed to have such a healthy and precious baby girl.

Thanks for sharing this journey with us. We love our precious little Adyline! :)

Unanswered Prayers.

"Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers, just because He may not answer, doesn't mean He doesn't care" A popular 90's country song that captivated the hearts of America. One that has, for the past 3 years, been on my heart. You see, Lexington, for me did not stir up happy moments. Joseph and I began our marriage 3 years ago on very, very rocky soil. We had a lot that we experienced that many will never understand (or even know the details of). On top of that within 2 months we had: graduated college, gotten married, moved to a new town, and started brand new jobs.

I can remember sobbing often as I came home from my first teaching job. It just wasn't what I had expected based on my experiences in student teaching. I came home so unhappy and Joseph was such an encouragement to me. I had no friends. I had just graduated college and was used to being around dozens of my sorority sisters. I moved away, got married, and all of a sudden the world felt very dark. Within a matter of weeks, the sole reason we moved, Joseph lost his job. I can vividly remember going out back and raising my hands up to the Lord. My heart, was aching. To say I was miserable was to put it mildly. I wanted a way out. I resented the town so much, I wanted to go home. Joseph searched the country high and low for a job, and with the economy's first strike down a downward spiral, he was miraculously offered a job within a month. The only problem.....it was in Lexington.

The next few months were devastating. I began having excruciating pains doctors couldn't identify, all the while aching for friendships. I wondered why God had me here. Months and months passed, in fact, over a year. Then, I began to have an answer to prayers. In September of 2009 I met the best friend I have ever had, Heather. We instantly became friends. Through the past 2 years we have been through many things together and although I haven't known her that long, she has become a part of my family. I feel like I've known her my whole life. I may have found a friend, but I still wanted a way out. But, God did not answer me.

You know the Ady story, all the doctors, the fingerprints of God that worked everything together...After she was born I couldn't imagine going back to teach; I could never have imagined all that I would feel once they placed her in my arms. I met with my principal 2 weeks after Ady was born, after praying fervently about what was best for our family, and told her I wouldn't be returning. Everything went great, she was so kind to me. And 4 weeks later, I received an email from someone kind enough to tell me that my belongings had all been placed outside by the dumpster. To this day, the principal has yet to speak to me or apologize. I went through so many emotions. I was angry, confused, so very hurt. And to top it off, almost every "friend" I made there turned out not to be one. I have no idea what "rumors" were told. It seemed strange to me that I was literally hated and mocked just because I chose to be a stay at home mom. Only God knows the truth. And He is the One who will judge. I spent months in tears questioning my character and decision. Here I was a new mom, with a screaming reflux baby, no family to help, and then my belongings go to the dumpster and I lost the closest thing to "family" (my work family) that I had here. It felt like the world was falling apart. I wanted to run, but God said no.

Joseph began immediately applying for jobs in Louisville to get me away from this town I so desperately wanted out of. But God still said no. Months and months passed, and finally Memorial Day weekend I decided that although I was beyond hurt at what some people in Lexington had done, God had me here for a purpose. I knew I couldn't let someone else's actions take away my happiness. I felt that I had released my plans to the Lord. Then, Joseph got a call.

We didn't want to get our hopes up, but it was a dream job for him in Louisville. I knew I'd have to immediately find a teaching job and in this economy it's not easy. I had been applying in Fayette County, even applied to do dozens of things outside of teaching. It is not my desire to work outside the home, but something has to change. Joseph and I started off our marriage in some financial trouble and this past year has been beyond difficult for us. We need to find another source of income. Unfortunately, with Joseph's student loans (I am SO thankful to my parents for paying for my school for me!), soon to be 2 car payments, medical bills, still paying off our honeymoon and other expenses from the beginning, have taken over our small bank account. Every. Single. Door was closing here in Lexington. So we felt it was God opening a door.

We prayed for wisdom and 2 weeks later Joseph set up an interview with the place in Louisville. The night before he went, I received a call from the principal where I student taught in Louisville, telling me she had a position for me. I took that as an open door. He went to his interview and fell in love. We spent the weekend praying and asking those around us to be praying for wisdom and for God to open and close doors for us. For it to be very clear what His plan was. And I received what I thought was the peace that passes understanding. Sunday of that same weekend, the principal where I student taught told me she had a 2nd grade opening and really would like me to be there. It seemed things were going so well. But then, God said no.

Less than 7 days ago, I was being the OCD planner that I am. I had already met with a realtor to put our house on the market, it was supposed to be up today, actually. I found a realtor in Louisville I had been contacting that was starting to look at homes in our price range, I was....well....just being me; planning. And then, God took me out of the driver's seat, as He has been doing to me my entire life. I need it, I do. But, it aches at times. You see, I thought I had released my plans, but I didn't. I still had my fingers on the plans, grasping on for dear life.

Tuesday evening Joseph received an email from the place that had basically offered him a job 4 days prior that said based on their financial situation they didn't think "personnel wise" they could hire him and offer him the salary that he desires and deserves. I was in Nashville when I found out. It was about 1:00 in the morning. I had just gotten in from a concert. I balled, and balled, and balled. I was with my family and I didn't want them to know. I prayed they wouldn't ask any questions about Joseph because I didn't know I could hold back the tears. I made it back to Lexington Wednesday evening and cried harder than I can remember doing so before. I thought God was opening doors. It seemed to be unfolding so perfectly. I have resented this town so much and wanted a way out. It has represented so much heartache to me for far too long. We started our marriage; our first night in our home in this town with so much heartache before anything else even started to fall apart. But, my prayer was for Him to open and close doors for us. And He did. He closed one, a big one in fact, just not the one I wanted.

I was all cried out; I cried for days. So much, in fact, that my eyes were burning from being so swollen. I didn't understand. But, I'm sharing this because there is a purpose. One morning this past week I read that God is not the author of confusion. You see, I thought I had a peace last weekend in Louisville, but the peace was that God would take care of me. He did not unfold the story as I would, but I have placed my trust in Him, even though I don't understand. I poured out my heart, and a lot of tears, and asked Him why I was here? Why am I in this town where I've been so hurt, where I've never wanted to be? Why can't I just go somewhere else, what is my purpose here? And I've never had this happen to me before, but I saw a visual image in my mind of a lion. It was more vivid than anything I can even put into words. It was so shocking to me that I opened my eyes because I thought I might be crazy. I closed them again, and there it was. I can't even describe it, but I immediately thought about Daniel in the lion's den. He didn't want to be there. He prayed to God, and He was thrown into the lion's den. But, what you need to know is that Daniel went to his knees and prayed as he always had before. You see, God doesn't want us to go to Him when we're in the battle. He wants us to go to Him before the battle. I have studied Daniel before and remembered a quote Beth Moore used during it:

"Satan never wastes a fiery dart on an area covered in armor".

Satan wants me to be unhappy. He wants me to doubt God. He wants me to be angry. But today, although I'm unsure, although I can't make sense of it, I choose to trust in the One who has always been faithful. He rescued Daniel and He will rescue me. I must "put on the armor" and let the enemy know that I will not fear. God is not concerned with my happiness. He is concerned with my holiness. And He can choose to do with my life whatever He wishes to do. I have the faith that He knows what is best. And, then, it hit me. I fell flat on my face, sobbing, as I was slapped with the truth of how He has already worked to make what I always saw so terrible into something that was best for our lives.

You see, had He answered my prayer during our first year of marriage to move me back, the way I wanted it to go, our marriage wouldn't be as strong today. Joseph and I were both in the bottom of the deepest pit. Both swallowing in bitterness, failed expectations, and enormous amounts of hurt. We experienced what I wouldn't ever wish on a newly married couple, it's truly a miracle we have survived. But, He used it to bring us closer to Him. Had He not moved me to Lexington, I wouldn't have met the 8 doctors and ended up meeting Dr. Bain, my second surgeon who I believe did everything in her power to rid my body of the mess going on. So, if I hadn't moved, there might be no Ady here today. Would I give the world to go back to that time and move to where I wanted to go then? Of course not. He gave me Ady here. He gave me my miracle here. If I hadn't taught in a school where I was treated beyond unfairly, I wouldn't have learned the importance of forgiveness. As much as I hurt, I have had to learn to pray for those who've hurt me. I was hurt so deeply. Some I took off my Facebook, others I kept. At times I've felt used when they'd message me only to get a question answered, yet I knew they talked about me behind my back. Or they just wanted information to use to gossip about later. But, you know what that taught me? To be like Jesus; to care for people who will use me, who I know will betray me. Afterall, haven't I done that to Him?


If I didn't move to Lexington, I wouldn't have met Heather. She has been here through it all. When my work treated me so terrible and I was a new mom pouring out buckets of tears from not having the slightest clue what to do, she was there to listen. She makes me want to be a better friend to others. If I hadn't moved here, I wouldn't have had the joy of knowing Elizabeth and Hannah as every Monday night we meet in my home to "do life together". I wouldn't have met Erica when she really needed a friend and God planned our lives to cross to encourage one another. I wouldn't have met my sweet neighbor Amy. I wouldn't have met Stella, who has done more for me this past year than I'll ever be able to repay. There are dozens of more people who have influenced and impacted my life, that I would never have known if I had done things my way.

This town that I have so resented, really hasn't been that bad when I look at my blessings, not my losses. I came to this town not knowing the first clue of how to be a wife.

And in all these experiences I have learned to be one, the kind of wife the Bible teaches. I learned to pray for Joseph, to pray Satan away as he tried to destroy what God put together. I learned to be a teacher. I learned how to be a mother.


If I had been in Louisville with family there at my beckon call, I wouldn't have learned how to do it by myself. I came to this town as a little girl, without the slightest clue of all that would happen. I learned to forgive people when they didn't deserve it, I learned how to love, I learned how to be a better follower of Jesus Christ; afterall some "seasons", He was the only thing I had. This town that I never wanted to be in to begin with has truly become my home without me ever realizing it.

Through lots of tears, I see that my plans for my life may not have turned out as I would have written them, but how grateful am I that I'm not the author. How thankful am I that He once again put me back in the passenger side where I belong. If He chooses to never reconnect me back to Louisville, how can I complain? What right do I have? I have been blessed beyond measure here. And I will use it, this season, this testimony, to bring Him glory. I can look back over the past 3 years and see the fingerprints of God; how He has worked things together for good. And I know, that my heart may want to be home in Louisville, but my Father knows what is best. And I have complete confidence that in the next 3 years, I'll look back and have a pretty big story to share. "If God had moved me back in 2011, I wouldn't have......" I can't wait to see the plan He has for us.


I am so thankful God didn't answer my prayer when I asked Him to. :)