About this time last year I was completely heartbroken. My brother who was currently in Texas was coming home for the last time before he was to go to serve in Afghanistan. You can read the entire post here but essentially, his leave date was moved up several weeks and according to our due date, he was going to miss the birth of his first nephew and my son.
Everyone was so excited and I was just so, so very sad. My brother means so much to me and knowing that he would miss the birth of my son just crushed me.
Then I was diagnosed with cholestasis, a liver dysfunction that caused enough alarm to move my delivery date up three entire weeks. My brother would be home, but if my delivery was put off by even a day or two, he would still miss it. We were hopeful and prayerful but things were still up in the air.
So my brother came home and we spent some time together and we talked about my son and ignored the possibility that he may not meet him until he was 6 or more months old. Then I went to one of my bi-weekly doctor's appointments a week before my expected due date - my water was low and I was told to go straight to delivery. I was scared and excited all at the same time.
A week later we welcomed our little boy into the world - right on my expected delivery date. My brother was there and two days later, he left. But he was there.
It's amazing how God's plans for us unfold in front of our eyes. I am just so humbled when I think about it. I don't believe in coincidence - only divine intervention and God's divine appointments for us are far better and far more organized than what we could ever imagine.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. - Jeremiah 29:11