God's Got This Baby in the Palm of His Hand

I sat in the doctor's office today among a few other pregnant women and I realized that the lobby is a mission field. A woman that I didn't recognize knew me from where I worked in high school. She looked exhausted, had tears in her eyes, as she explained that she was only 4 weeks along and something was wrong. She was heavily burdened. She spent all night in the hospital and was now at the doctor's office this morning. I immediately told her that a friend of mine had a similar experience and we just kept praying to God that He would do a miracle. I told her that God did do a miracle and now that baby boy is right behind our baby by a week. I told her that I would be praying for her. She hasn't left my heart all morning.

She got called back. Another pregnant woman sat to my right. She was groaning in pain. This is not exactly the typical lobby experience at my OBGYN, just so you know! I asked her how she was doing. She was 32 weeks. Unfortunately, I couldn't really talk to her much before I got called back. I immediately told the nurse that someone just needs to sit out there and pray for all these pregnant women and babies. She said she thought so, too! We talked about God and his plan for our lives. The rest of my doctor visit went well. Baby's heartbeat was strong, and he even gave a little kick towards the sonogram machine right there at the end just for laughs. I love our baby.

Last week, I got my blood drawn for the weird blood antigen that possibly could attack our baby. I have written about this before here. Ever since we have learned about this possibility we have lifted up our baby to God and put him in His hands. God knows what is best for our baby and this issue was way out of my control. I cannot control how the blood in my body responds to our baby. Only God can do that. People around us have prayed, too. I have always had a peace about this baby being taken care of because I know that God is in control of his life inside of me. Even when fears seep in, I know that God is God. I know my God. He will do what he thinks is best for us.

A few days after getting my blood drawn, I got a call from the doctor saying that my Anti-K factor had gone down from 512 to 128! I was so thrilled to see how God is answering prayer. It just made me realize that as a mother there are going to be tons of moments where I will want to protect our baby boy, but there will be nothing that I can do, but pray. I didn't know how much that antigen was affecting our baby, but to know that God chose for it to go down...it just amazes me at how He has this baby in the palm of his hand. If I can see all that God is doing here, why shouldn't my faith extend into all the other areas of my life? Lord, make it so.

"For I know that the LORD is great, and that our Lord is above all gods. Whatever the LORD pleases, he does, in heaven and on earth, in the seas and all the deeps. He is who makes the clouds rise at the end of the earth, who makes lightenings for the rain and brings forth the wind from his storehouses." Psalm 135:5-7