Cooking. Making. Praying.
I woke up to call on heaven. A battle brewing. A life at stake. We had all gathered ’round and prayed. We had prayed for her weeks ago. She just wanted her baby to live…she just wanted her baby in her arms.
The last had left at eighteen weeks…a space shaped like a heart without enough room. We prayed to a Creator who spoke into nothingness and made Light….please, make it align….create space.
Now here she is…16weeks…and the twinges have started and a chorus on Earth yelled upwards with tear-filled eyes, “please, no”.
So as I carried my baby down the stairs to breakfast I was seeking Him…please….just a few more weeks…please.
What can I do but pray… to keep busy?
I declare thanks.
I check my phone a thousand times.
I prayed a thousand more.
So today with music blaring and prayers strung across the air…
I baked up an apple crumble.
It’s November first so I brought out things to create a Thank Filled Board.
It may not look like much right now…
but it is just waiting to be filled.
It will brim to the edges with hearts taught to see what He is doing. This page will be filled with gifts received and thanks sent up.
Directions for this board are the same as I made last year.
~Please join me in prayer for my friend, her baby and her husband .~