Miracle's Little Helpers.

To those of you who will leave me little comments that you are praying for me...thank you, so much. Every time I open up a comment and it says, "I prayed for you today," I wonder why I wasn't blogging years ago!


My doctor's office called me on Friday, just as we were arriving in North Carolina, to give me the results from my bloodwork. As soon as I heard that nurses voice on the other end of the phone my heart dropped. Before I even knew what her words to me would be - my heart sunk.


I am so used to bad news.


But God is faithful and ALL IS WELL!!! (Actually, even if my numbers were terrible I STILL know that God is faithful. Can I get a whoop whoop?) The nurse said that my numbers are perfect in every way, that I am very pregnant and everything looks good.


NO ONE - not any one at any time - has ever used the words "looks good" and "your pregnancy" in the same sentence. So that tasted mighty sweet.


Oh, AND I threw up my breakfast Friday morning!!! Isn't that exciting? That's never happened before. I've never experienced morning sickness. Good, ole, morning sickness. It was so wonderful. Hopefully I'll do it again real soon.

Ya know, I was thinking this weekend...my Pawpaw passed away last year. July 25th will be one year exactly. My paw was a big man. Literally and figuratively. He was what some might refer to as "The Big Cheese." He knew everyone and everyone knew him. At any given moment you could catch him driving his tractor, singing bass or eating catfish. His life generally revolved around those three things. And my Granny, of course. His world revolved around her.

I tell you this because two years ago when Elisha was born and then passed away, my Pawpaw took it very hard. Very hard. He was in bad health and had been for quite some time and I just remember him praying that he would live long enough to "hold that boy" in his arms. I hate he never got the chance to do that. I hated it something awful.

And I remember how he laid his hands on me and prayed for me.
He touched my pregnant belly and prayed for healing.
He touched my heart and prayed for peace.

And when Elisha died I know something in my Pawpaw died as well. He hurt so badly for the AG and I.

This weekend as I was driving home from North Caroline my mind went to Pawpaw and I wondered what he was doing. Who he was visiting with. What he was seeing.

And I knew the answer.

See, no one can explain heaven perfectly - because who of us has been there?
But this much I know.
It is real.
It is a real place.
With real people.
Who really believe.

Just like Pawpaw.

And Elisha.

And I imagine the two of them have certainly bonded by this time and are enjoying each other's company. And it makes me wonder to what extent Pawpaw had to do with this exciting, surprise we now have in our lives. I don't put it past him at all to ask for this favor and to have it granted to him. He was just that kind of man.

Now, don't go telling my Theology teachers on me. I don't know if what I'm saying is exact. I don't know if we can make requests in heaven and have them granted. But I know that what happens there is unlike anything we can imagine here. And so I like to think, in my simple and finite mind, that my grandfather, who loved me dearly, asked a special favor on my behalf.

Because someone has certainly been looking out for me.

So for tonight I imagine my Pawpaw holding my boy. Laughing. Talking. Sneaking catfish when no one's looking. And watching the joy on my face that comes from knowing what has happened inside of me is a miracle. An unexpected, unbelievable, miracle.

And knowing full well they had a little something to do with it.