Prayer

There are lots of different prayers spoken by us moms.

There are prayers of desperation, silently thrown at the feet of Jesus as we go about our day. When the demands of little people just seem to be too much for one woman to handle.

There are prayers of fear, yelled aloud in moments of terror. I've experienced this while watching my two day old baby turn blue.

There are thoughtful prayers, two word prayers, and many more. But perhaps my favorite, are forgotten prayers. Those prayers that were uttered from the depths of your heart, sharing your desires with Jesus. The prayers that weeks or months later, you remember, as God is answering each and every detail. I remembered such a prayer last week. Soon after our baby boy was born, the hubby and I were discussing taking permanent measures, debating between three or four children. We had always said we felt an even number would be best, but with three so close together, we didn't know if we could handle any more. We prayed about it, together and separately. And I remember praying in the shower, where I do most of my serious thinking and praying, that God would do what was best for our family. I prayed that if God wanted us to have a fourth, He would allow that to happen before we did take permanent measures. That if He gave us a fourth, it would be born between 15 and 18 months after baby boy's birthday. I told God that I wanted a fourth, but I didn't want one baby too far apart from three that were so close together. I told Him that my heart's desire was to have at least one more, but I just didn't know if that's what was right for our family - or if we could handle it. I told Him that if He did give us a fourth, I would really like baby boy to have a brother. I told God lots of things and trusted Him to do what's best. He's our Daddy and wants to hear what is on our hearts. He wants to give us good things.

And here I am, pregnant with Baby #4, a boy, due exactly 17 months after his big brother's birthday. God is good.