Miracles

I believe I said this with Hannah, but it's a good point so I am saying it again. I honestly think having babies is the only time I have truly witnessed a miracle. Sure I have seen God work in many beautiful and amazing ways, but growing a human inside of you, now that is a miracle. There is nothing more powerful in my life that convinces me God exists then feeling kicks and punches from the sweet baby that has been created perfectly for you. I find comfort in knowing that God loves my children more than I do. I know they are exactly who they should be. He knows their birthdays, favorite color, future spouse, etc. all before we do. One of my greatest wishes for Jack is that he grows up to be a man of God. A man who walks humbly, yet holds his head high when expressing his faith. A man of good Christian character and a man who knows he is loved and has a purpose in this world. Anyway, I was thinking of this lately because I now wake up every two hours (almost on the dot) to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. Before I was getting up twice and now it's four times every night. Cray Cray much, yes! Not sure I ever get into a deep sleep. But last night as I was half asleep walking back to bed grumbling, it hit me. God isn't twisted who finds humor in making pregnant woman miserable secretly getting a kick out of every time we wake, but rather he is pure genius easing us into the road that lies shortly ahead. Basically the way I see it, is God will have me prepared for the every two hour feedings because my body is already getting into that rhythm. Seriously, He is truly amazing at master minding every detail. So for now I will try to praise him in ALL circumstances even going to the bathroom four times a night. Thanks God, good lookin out and thanks for creating my precious littles Jack and Hannah who mean more to me than life itself.