Gods Hand....

I know I did a kind of depressing post yesterday, but I SOOO appreciate you women/amazing friends/family and your comments. So I wanted to do a more upbeat post. Because I feel a little more upbeat.

During my fast delivery and scary c-section...some amazing things happen to remind me that my God is every constant, faithful and with me....here they are...

1) When I went into labor at my house, I literally RAN out the door with David. I didn't have a thing packed. I had meant to go by Mardels after finding out I was going to have a c-section. So I could buy a clinging cross. I thought I had more time. To make this short - my sister in law had one. So I had my mom call her, but by the time she got a hold of her she was already on her way to the hospital. SO - I told her not to say anything. I knew she would feel the need to turn around and go get it. She showed up a short time later...she looked at me and whispered..."have we prayed yet?" She knew I was scared, I replied no...not yet....so slipped something into my hand....it was her clinging cross. How in the world did she know? I had never mentioned it to her...but God moved her that morning. And she did as he directed her heart....

2) My girlfriend - Karissa (AKA Dorita) Is a NICU nurse at St. Francis. She has been there for both Laura's and my children's birth. I so wanted her there. I called her on the way to the hospital, she was doing everything she could to make it. I knew she would make it in time to catch Greyson. I kept pleading with her, "Karissa, be honest, if something is wrong - just tell me". Anyway - they took me to the OR, I was all by myself (and my cross) they delayed the procedure because another woman began to deliver before me...I sat their alone...rubbing my cross - with complete strangers...I kept praying...Come on God...Keep me calm, I need you..I need to see you...The spinal block took FOUR tries...but I kept my cool...they laid me down, on my way down, I saw them...the eyes of my life long friend poking over the surgical scrubs....God was reminding me....he was still there....

Just a reminder to look for the things that GOD does do in our lives, even when we are so scared, take a deep breath and look for him...and then listen...above is a picture of the clinging cross....and the poem attached...

When my mind is fuzzy

And my eyes are dim with tears,

I need to feel Your presence, Lord,

And know that You are near.

When my heart is racing

And my thoughts have such a sting,

I tightly grasp this little cross

And prayerfully I cling.

It's not a magic piece -

This cross Your father planned,

But when I cling to it

I feel Your nail-scarred hand.