One Year Later
Yesterday was September 13th. To the rest of the world this date doesn't have much significance. But to me and my family, it is a date that will always remind us to praise our Savior for his protection. September 13th of 2009, was the day that my water broke 13 weeks too early and started our 10 week stay in St. Mary's Hospital. Thinking back on that day I remember it being full of fear and anxiety. I remember thinking, "this cant be happening to me." I had no idea what was going to happen to me or my baby. In the beginning of my pregnancy I had chosen to have a midwife, mainly so I wouldn't have to be hooked up to a small command station or deal with the hospital madness. I guess God had other plans. The miraculous thing was, the whole time I knew that God was in control. For almost 3 weeks the Lord had led me to the first Chapter of James which talks about Faith and Perseverance. The week before I had a strong sense in my spirit that my faith was going to be...