making babies

Photo By: Christa Kimble

Before Eben was born my mother received in her mailbox, mail addressed to me.  It had come to their new home, where I had never lived and using my maiden name, a certain company had very generously donated coupons for baby formula to the “happy couple.”

I received a call soon after. “Is there something I should know about?”  I replied with a laugh and a quick, NO!  The conversation soon became all about baby food.  There was nothing to know about then, but there would soon be; and a few weeks later, I called with very different news.  We were expecting.  29 weeks later, we said goodbye.

Seasons change and they did …

And, two years later I was opening my mail in Nashville, TN.  Looking down I could see something precious peeking out from amongst the other mail.  I am a sucker for colorful mail.  I looked at the pamphlet and realized I’d not received mail from “THIS” company for 2 years; and I’d never updated my address.  Clearly marked on the front page was my new address.  There was no forwarding sticker, just a clear indication that someone, somehow knew where I lived.

The front cover made me smile.  Pictured, was a baby girl in winter wear and the caption at the top of the page read: “Making Babies!”  Lord, is that you?  I knew God could work out his plan through any means (even advertising) and life with Him was no formula, it was a relationship.  I knew those two words, “Making Babies,” were life changing.  Was it really time?

We’d been thinking about kids … wanting them, but needing to heal.  We’d also been realizing we couldn’t wait forever.  The pamphlet stared up at me, it’s silent plea: “meant to be” and the same baby gracing each page with a bold cry towards LIFE!

We’d been planning a trip to Italy over Thanksgiving, so we packed our bags and headed for Rome.  We returned 10 days later accompanied by our daughter.  She is due Aug. 20^th and we are excited to meet her.

We’ve held the news longer this time.  I may talk about that more later, but it’s probably time to allow you to rejoice with us as we anticipate the arrival of our sweet little girl.