My boys, our story

My boys are so special to me. My firstborn, Todd Austin, was with us for a very short time. He was a beautiful boy, looked just like his daddy. Except, he did have my toes, the second toe was longer than his big toe. I'm very proud of that!:) When we had to say goodbye to him, I was so scared that we would not have another boy, or maybe not another baby at all. I tend to let my emotions get the better of me. Luckily, God is more powerful than my raging hormones. Only a few months later I found out I was pregnant again. For some women this would not be good news, but my God is a very personal God. He knew what I needed (and how impatient I am). When I found out, half of me hoped it was a girl. I thought maybe that would make it easier. The other half wanted a boy. God wanted us to have another son. When Adam (we named him Adam, because he was our new beginning) was born, he looked completely different than his brother. He looks like his mommy. Except he doesn't have my toes! Fortunately, he acts like his daddy. He's a very laid back little man. I am again amazed at how my God is a God of details. He knew that for some reason Adam looking so different was easier for me. I can't really explain it, but my emotions tend to be a bit complicated.

Now, I will jump ahead a bit. In the year 2005 I found out God was giving us another baby. Would this be our girl? No. God was blessing us with another boy, Daniel. When I was pregnant with Daniel I was doing a Bible study, by Beth Moore, Daniel. It's an amazing study, you should check it out. Daniel was a man who stood up for his beliefs and was on fire for God. Sometimes I think our Daniel stands up for his 'beliefs' a little too much, he's only two. By the way, his middle name means "fiery", which he definitely is. Daniel looks more like his daddy, a little more like Todd, but still similar to his brother, Adam.

Again, jumping a bit. Last year John and I decided our family wasn't quit complete. We decided to try one more time. Not to just try for a girl, but to welcome whoever God brings to us. He brought us Caleb. Yes, another boy! He is the spitting image of his brother, Todd. He even has my toes. What a blessing! God is also a God of timing, his timing. He knows even though my emotions still waver, I have learned to calm them with God's help. Actually, it's pretty much all God. I am not a strong person. That's what makes my story so amazing. Because it's not just my story. It's our story, God's and mine. A story about how God worked in the life of a woman, a woman like me.