Thank you all so much for your prayers and your support over the past week. I was totally overwhelmed by your outpouring of love and encouragement through phone calls, texts, cards, emails and facebook messages.
In the midst of a very lonely place, God went to some pretty extreme measures to show me that He has not abandoned me.
I wish I could list the 100 ways that He has spoken to my heart, but there is no way that I could fit them all on a page. It has been remarkable.
First and foremost was the fact that our annual Sunday School marriage retreat fell on this weekend. I know that the timing was in no way a coincidence.
Rusty had to work late on Friday night, which gave me the perfect excuse not to go. To be honest, I really wasn't feeling up to it. But, I had already arranged to ride with some friends, so I went.
I got there only to find out that the passage of the weekend was John 11. The topic was walking through trials and grief, trusting God's timing. Every worship song and word spoken was a message straight to me.
I can't adequately describe the love and support that was lavished upon us by our friends there. From notes written during worship to literal lines of people that formed to pray over us. Our speaker, not knowing my story at all, was led to pray for me by name all weekend.
We went in broken, lost, hurt, angry and empty. All weekend long, we were poured into and came out having been filled with a new peace.
We want God's perfect timing. I want the child that God has chosen for us. I am sad that it was not the one that I thought, but so thankful for all that He has taught me through losing her.
He is bigger than all of this. He is good. He has a perfect plan. He is in control.
Now, I wait for His best and am excited to see what He has up His sleeve.