Rebecca Phoebe was born silent on April 25, 2008. At the doctor's, I found no heartbeat and knew that while in labor, my angel was taken back. This blog is here for the benefit of me to write the tender things of my heart. It is also here for those that need to know they are not alone in whatever they have been called upon to bear.

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Movement

Tonight I felt Phoebe's sister move inside of me.  My heart did another leap as I realized the hope for what is to come.  I had a little "scare" this morning as I awoke.  I settled the kids who woke before the sun, and crawled back into bed for a few more minutes of rest.  I realized I hadn't felt the baby.  My thoughts turned immediatetly to several different flashbacks of memories that are sometimes to painful to remember. 

I instantly turned my thoughts heavenward and pleaded to feel her move.  I told myself over and over to remain calm.  I was lying on my left side, so I cradled my hand at the base and waited.  And prayed.  And waited.  Within a minute or so, I felt a little tickle, almost as if she was holding my hand on the other side.  She tickled a little more, and then gave a nice wallop, probably a foot, on the opposite end.  Movement is everything.

Another plea answered.

There has been a lot of pleading going on in our home to our Father above lately.  Sweet 3, 5, 6, 8, and 10 year old prayers, each in their own way, beseeching for those things that weigh heavy on their sweet little hearts. 

As they plead to the Father of their spirits, I am witnessing a movement in their faith.  As they realize that every prayer they make, Heavenly Father has answered.  Oh, to have the faith like theirs.  I want to have the "faith like the galaxy" as one of my sons put it the other day when they pray with all their hearts, you know why?  Because those prayers of theirs was answered.

Movement for me is more than a physical reminder that this life inside of me is hope for things to come, it is the realization that we are either moving towards something or away.  I feel the movement of things in our life that is pushing us to new growth.  A time that will ultimately make our family stronger to withstand the winds that blow and the storms that will pound upon us. A trust that all will work out for our good.

As I lay watching my round, moving stomach tonight, I am thankful for the reminder.  Life is precious.  Don't take it for granted.  And trust the process.

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