We had to go to the urologist to get the results of the Hubby's varicocelectomy. I'm the type of person to get my hopes up. For this though, I had the opposite mentality. I wasn't expecting wonderful news or terrible news. I was expecting how-hum-nothing's-really-changed-grey-area-now-what-do-we-do news.
We sat down with the urologist and at the end of his introductory sentence telling us about the results he said the phrase "much better." I was floored by the dramatic increase in certain test results. I mean amazed. Of course, there will be yet another follow up in a few months, but sitting there in his office, I could hardly feel my toes. God had come through. Like He promised.
Remember the necklace He gave me, showing me He's got it and I need to hang on a little longer?
Remember those FIVE people we reconciled with where God showed us that we need to trust Him because He's been taking care of us for a LONG time?
All those trials and tests and situations were steps to get us exactly where we are today.
I'm not picking out baby names or doing a registry, but yet another step gave us another glimmer of hope. He keeps reminding us that He's been with us in this process all this time. He's still in charge, clearly. I'm merely along for the ride. And in awe while He does what He does best.
"Ever since that day, it's been clear to me
That no matter what comes, You will never leave
I know You're for me
And You're a story
Every heartache and failure, every broken dream
You're the God who sees, the God who rescued me
This is my story
All this time, from the first tear cried
'Till today's sunrise
And every single moment between
You were there, You were always there
It was You and I
You've been walking with me all this time"And every single moment between
You were there, You were always there
It was You and I
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