I’m sitting on a plane heading to California thinking of the time I took this trip years ago, the day I had

My first ever positive pregnancy test.

For awhile, those words were some I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to type. Positive. A baby growing within me.

I’d surrendered over to the Lord that He may never decide to put a child in my womb; and vowed I would still love Him if He chose that.

My journal at the time was full of Hannah’s prayers from 1 Samuel 1:

“10 Hannah was in deep anguish, crying bitterly as she prayed to the Lord. 11 And she made this vow: “O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, if you will look upon my sorrow and answer my prayer and give me a son, then I will give him back to you. He will be yours for his entire lifetime, and as a sign that he has been dedicated to the Lord, his hair will never be cut.”

1 Samuel 1:10-11

I reckon maybe the Lord got a little tired of my constant request (kinda like the persistent widow in Luke 18). Because He chose to reveal His secret that He was knitting our first child together in my womb the very day I was leaving to fly across the country to meet up with family who were also expecting their first child.

So today, During a few quiet moments with the Lord before making the same trip to the same NASCAR race in California,

He reminded me to REMEMBER.

““Listen, dear ones—get this straight; O Israel, don’t take this lightly. Don’t take up with strange gods, don’t worship the latest in gods.

I’m GOD, your God, the very God who rescued you from doom in Egypt, Then fed you all you could eat, filled your hungry stomachs.”

‭‭Psalm‬ ‭81:8-10‬ ‭MSG‬‬

Amy, I’m God. Your God. The very God who

put the child you wondered if you’d ever have in your womb.

And for you, dear reader, He says REMEMBER:

_________________(Your name), I’m God. Your God. The very God who ______________________(insert your past miracle.)

He’s the very same God then that He is now. He never changes. He’s good. He’s working.

He’s faithful.

Today I kissed the freckles cheeks of our son, Sam, who’s now 10 years old, looked in his blue eyes and told him this story, once again.

So he’ll also remember.

Remember His miracles.

From Cali

Amy xoxo