My husband and I eagerly anticipated having children before we married. The number of little ones was up in the air (as if we had control over that! Ha! He is God, and we are not! But that we did not grasp years ago! He is the one who opens and shuts the womb! Not us!). But we were more than eager to be parents.
A couple of years of trying to conceive led us to infertility specialists who eventually told us we had ZERO chance of EVER getting pregnant. EVER. I was crushed. My hopes were pulverized.
Despite the prognosis, I just couldn't stop myself from continuing to pray. My prayer? The same as it had been since I was eight years old. That I would be allowed to carry, deliver and raise twins and that these twins would be a boy and a girl. In the face of the doctor's words I was praying for the impossible.
God's response? Twins. A girl and a boy. His way. In His timing.
"When God wills.
As God wills.
How God wills."
Jeremiah Burroughs, The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment, pg. 22
Oh, how I thank God for my precious twins. Oh, how I thank God for answering this barren woman's plea! Oh, how I thank God for doing the impossible. Oh, how I thank God for John and Lissie!
