Easter Sunday 2006

I had an interesting dream last night. I was nursing a baby girl with soft blond hair. I cradled her gently, nourishing her while holding her close. Her blond hair spilling out over a tightly wound white blanket. Warmth and comfort filled me when the child was near. It was a beautiful scene that I could not quickly forget. When I awoke, I realized God may be using this dream to speak to me. The dream was too real to disregard so I sought further discussion by sharing it with my husband.

When he heard my dream, his response was a nonchalant, “let’s pray about it and see what direction God will give.” We had always had a desire for children, but never were sure about the timing. We prayed about having kids and pondered what this would mean for our lives. As we prayed, our desires only grew stronger and we continued to give this desire to God. Our journey towards parenthood had officially begun.



I’m pregnant. I can’t believe it. I feel like I have the biggest secret to tell.

It was pretty surreal when Dustin & I found out I was pregnant. I thought we’d shout and jump up and down, but we kind of just looked at each other. Looked at each other with eyes saying, “is this real?” This is what we hoped for, this is what we tried for, and now the little blue plus sign is telling us it’s going to happen. We’re going to have a baby.

Is this what this feels like? I don’t feel any different, but I have a ball of cells growing inside me that is my child. Wow. Is this real? Am I really going to be a mother in 38 short weeks? I can’t believe I’ll have a baby. I can’t believe I’ll be a mom.

“And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive.” (NKJV, Matt 21:22)