"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28
This is the piece of scripture I've been holding onto for the past couple of weeks.
I don't know who reads this, and those of who do, actually know me..but I am your average ordinary 23 year old girl.... minus the fact that I've been married for almost 2 years and I have a 15 month old son, lived apart from my husband more than together, and have watched the Marine Corps turn my "fairy tale" romance into a long distance, heart wrenching,anxiety filled relationship. (Ok, so Im not "too average")
(Hey, it was worth it..my husband is awesome)
What I'm trying to get at is that my life is not what I planned. At all. & I CAN'T be more thankful.
I planned on marrying Patrick, just not when I did.. I planned on having a baby...just not when I did... I planned on finishing nursing school..ohh wait... (one day,one day) And Goodness greif I never thought in a million years I would follow my other half 4000 miles across the US to Hawaii, I'm SUCH a homebody.
Anyway, what I'm getting at is that OUR timing isn't ours at all. Not even close.
About 2 weeks before Christmas I started feeling off, really crappy actually.. and one day I woke up, almost passed out and realized I maaay need to seak medical attention, so I went in to our clinic here on Kbay and had a battery of tests done, which they had decided it seems my IUD (my birth control) may have embedded itself into my body. Cool IUD, cool.
Long story short, I was pregnant with our 2nd child.
(If you didn't know this, and are upset...please don't be...We were keeping it quiet until I was further along)
Patrick's reaction was priceless. (Just for the record, mine was worse than his)
About 2 weeks ago I was diagnosed with a subchorionic hemmorage and they pretty much told me that it looked like I was going to miscarry (My IUD posed huge complications as well) & it's inevitably what happend, I had surgery on Jan. 25th with my wonderful hubs by my side (thank you marine corps!) and have been recovering ever since.
I've really struggled with trying to pray for understanding...but the Lord gave me peace instead... I've also realized I dont need to understand, I just need to FULLY TRUST his plan for my life and our family & tha's what I'm doing, and no it hasn't been easy...but I know that He has such great things lined up for us that it doesn't need to be.
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace." Ecc. 3:1-8
love, kels.