Thursday, March 27, 2008

chad's christmas gift came early....

we RANDOMLY today found out we're having a BOY!!!????

today i had a prenatal appt. and chad (for very strange and random reasons, long story) decided to tag along.

he never comes to the weekly heartbeat appts.

today b/c of a twist of weirdness, he decided to come.

thank GOODNESS he did.

i was telling the doctor that i've had really low sharp pains and overall ill feelings.

i've lost over 2lbs in one week.

probably ALL the stress and running and lifting and madness going on in my life.

i think i may be overdoing it.

i also think that because chad happened to be with me -- the doctor felt i was really worried and honestly not feeling well. "oh she brought her hubby, this must mean business."

nothing could be further from the truth. he was along for other reasons pertaining to errands.

all in all, "lets run you downstairs for a sonogram."


i'm laying on the table, watching baby squirm around and chad's nose is two inches from the flat screen projection on the wall of the baby...trying to determine the sex.

"doctor, please try to tell us what we're having."

doctor chuckled that it's a bit premature, but that he'd try.
after fishing around for a good minute, and after chad and i yelling out "BOY!" before the doctor uttered a word.....the doctor FINALLY said, "yes...that's a boy!"

chad honestly....was more shocked than i've seen him in a long time. and then nearly fell over in relief. HE WANTED A BOY SO SO SO SO BADLY and to find out was so incredible for him. i was more shocked that they were able to SEE ANYTHING at this stage! i'm THRILLED for a boy, but i would have been over the moon regardless....i've never been REALLY needy about one gender over the other. my jaw was just open because we received the ANSWER when it was such a stretch!

chad continued, "how SURE are you?"

doctor replied, "100%"

now, i know what i saw on that monitor. i KNOW i saw a boy as well. BUT.....crazier things have happened than a wrong premature estimation. SO, in 3-4 weeks, we'll KNOW for sure but mistakes are much higher in declaring a GIRL too early, than declaring a BOY too early.

i have to say -- i knew it deep down inside though.
our boy name was chosen from the beginning.
boy nursery stuff seemed easier to choose.
i flipping wanna paint my house BLUE, which i normally hate.....that shoulda been a trigger :)

girl names never came together and i just wasn't feeling girly much.
i know it's all stupid, there's no way to have an simply have a 50% chance of guessing before you find out.

but it's fun to put it all together.
and it's fun to watch chad beam. :)

fun is the wrong's supernatural and miraculous and wonderful.
history in the making....

PRAISE HIM for today's news :)

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

....where are the cameras?

i feel like i should be on a "flip that house" sorta HGTV show. except...somehow, the joke's on me. honestly....when i have my phone on speaker, calling my 100th contractor for the day....asking how the floor measurements could POSSIBLY by off by 100 square feet IN YOUR FAVOR.....or asking for definitions on different staircase wood installation options.....or comparing my zillionth quote....or hearing my carpet is back-ordered....or learning that new area rug really does NOT match my paint colors....or being told that quote you gave me yesterday, mr. floor installer, was actually HALF of the amount you just quoted me for today.....

...yeah...i hang up the phone and look over my shoulder for the cameras.

i think i'm pretty good under pressure.
but throw in a few high-strung hormones into the mix....
you'd see me scream, literally, in my car alone.
you'd see me cry, and hang up on people on my phone.
you'd see me break down and drink a diet pepsi (glenna, that's for you....:)

you'd see me completely melt down when i killed THREE HOURS of precious time at the VET AGAIN yesterday for my pathetic dog who is NOW diagnosed with psychological depression. wish i was kidding.

i'm fraying at the edges.....and we're so close. the house is almost ready to roll.....settlement is a few short days away....and for the most part, i'm doing ok. but boy....working with contractors and dealing with builders, is kinda insane. very insane.

there's a reason i believe that people only build their dream home....ONCE. it's not fluffy fun. (no, this is NOT our dream home...but i'm sure lots of people ignorantly enter into the daydream of building a home before realizing HOW MUCH HARD WORK it involves).....

i need to go read what i just wrote b/c it doesn't even seem coherent in my head....
did i even write full sentences?
hold....i need to scroll up and read....

sounds pretty coherent to my sick little head :)

that's the drama the past few days.
i know this next little problem isn't going to solve the war in Iraq....and it certainly isn't going to cure cancer.....and it's not really a problem at all....

but i'm losing sleep over paint colors.
i said it.
sure -- we're WILDLY over budget with contractors.
sure -- we move in 2 weeks and i have yet to pack ONE ARTICLE of anything.
sure -- my husband just told me he's taking a business trip over the TWO DAYS the moving van is packing our stuff.
sure -- my dog is near death. #1 issue right finding the perfect color blue for my family room and office.
it's pathetic and lifechanging, i am aware of this.
but people....BLUE IS TOUGH!!!!
i've never painted with blue before.
i'm more of a red/gold/neutral/warm colors type of girl.
to me....i can SEE a color in that catagory and just KNOW it's right ....or not.
do you realize BLUE is impossible?

maybe i'm just burnt out...and over it. maybe my decision making capabilities have gone kaputz. but's holding up the ENTIRE decorating process. i can't buy window coverings...i can't complete my furniture selections...i can't finalize area rug choices....UNTIL I KNOW WHERE I CAN FIND THE BLUE THAT EXISTS IN MY PSYCHOTIC LITTLE HEAD.

do you realize the PAINTERS START a week from YESTERDAY??? i have 5 days to DECIDE on paint colors, purchase supplies, make copies of keys....and let the beasts free in my new home???

my mom will die when she hears this -- but -- i think i'm canning the entire blue ordeal. i just cna't take it anymore. i need to MOVE on.

then, my next tragedy was: i drove ALL the way to pottery barn (got lost twice along the way, cried, freaked on chad as he gave me directions over the phone, and finally found a parking spot)...only to realize i HATE the very chairs i drove all the way there to PURCHASE and pick up??

i know i know....we're not talking world hunger adds up.

then the settlement company botches our final settlement estimate and gives me attitude when i call you TRY to understand what he's sent me.

"george...i'm calling about the 'cash to close' numbers under item's off by....oh....SEVENTY THOUSAND dollars....and i'm just a little confused..."

"yeah, trust SOUND pretty confused, allison."

:::: holds phone in front of face while making evil expressions, refraining from slamming it down and hanging up on him :::

"well, george -- if we're buying the house for THIS ....and our downpayment is on earth do we owe THIS on monday....?"

"oh. yeah. i must be confused -- thanks allison. we'll fix it right away."

why the attitude george? i just saved your scrawny little A** on settlement day. you're quite welcome.

what else...what else....

well, i'm done for now. i could go on forever.
we plan on asking the evil dog owner for compensation on our $1800.00 doggie hospital bills, this weekend. we dont think it'll go over very well, at which point, i'm primed and READY to inform him that i'll see him in court on whatever date he's SERVED WITH. breathe. allison. breathe.

have i mentioned our church OR our bank....has somehow misplaced 1/3rd of our tithe checks this year? awesome.

have i mentioned i was up till 1am last night prepping our taxes? which we haven't done. which we BETTER not owe money on.

have i mentioned i had another root canal on monday? or that i wear a new jaw splint that i HATE?

have i mentioned i HAVE A JOB??!! that inbox of mine SURE AINT getting smaller every day that i ignore it.....

so this is why i've been hit or miss lately.....
i feel pretty BIZERK right now. none of it is life or death -- but compiled it starts to feel pretty heavy.

but i will BE BACK SOON...and better than ever!!!!
i miss you all -- stay tuned!!!

Sunday, March 23, 2008

she's alive....hardly.

hey everybody....gosh....been a while since the "big announcement," and i really want to tell you all how much i appreciate your kind words and support. i'm still in weird adjustment phase, BUT, overcoming some of the fear and sometimes not.

i've officially gained 5 pounds and my jeans are horrible tight....and i wish i could say that's the extent of my news for the past 2 weeks....BUT, it's not.

i dont know where to begin (don't i allllways say that?) but WE FINALLY BOUGHT A HOUSE!!!! i was fearful (another common word around here) that it would fall through AGAIN, so i refrained from posting it....but we CLOSE on march 31st and MOVE on april 17/18th!!!!! we're beyond thrilled, however, we're very exhausted as well.

chad's mom was in town ALL last week helping us decide on new hardwood, ceramic, carpet, paint, countertops, etc etc etc.....and LET ME TELL YOU....that's ALOT to decide upon in 5 days. my feet NEVER touched the ground....she landed here on sunday and we were OFF and i'm still recovering.

BUT, midway through the week -- RUDY WAS ATTACKED!!!!!
it was gruesome and evil and horrendous and HEARTBREAKING.

a massive evil lab broke free from his fence while my neighbor was walking rudy....and charged him from about 30 ft away. fortunately we had witnesses for our police report...but lets just say he's been to 2 different vets, and to the hospital 3 times in the last week. JUST WHAT I HAVE TIME FOR!!!! he's on sedatives, painkillers, sedatives, drains, with stitches and staples.....and bedrest, essentially.

yes, his medical bills from this are in the thousands.
yes, we're suing.
yes, the other dog owner is a JERK, even though rudy was on a leash (abiding by the LAW) and his dog was NOT (breaking the law.)
yes, rudy still has additional appts at the hospital to oversee his healing.....

and yes, i nearly died when i met up with my neighbor at the scene of the attack. :(

never a dull moment around here, people. never a dull moment.

my point is -- i'm going to try to post photos of the NEW HOUSE soon....but be patient with me because i'm hardly home this month. between traveling, house guests, and final construction selections for the house and wrapping up loose ends with inspection, walk-thru's and settlement....we're up to our EARS with madness.

but overall, these are GOOD THINGS.
exception = rudy drama.
but we've DESPERATELY wanted to buy a house for as long as i can remember -- and most of you KNOW this b/c you've heard me complain about it on my blogs for a lifetime. so this is an answer -- however, it's come with more decisions that i expected!! :)

more details to come!!!!
Happy Easter :)

Thursday, March 6, 2008

thirteen weeks...

Luke 22:42
Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me. But not my will, but Yours, be done.

Romans 11:16
From Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever.

Psalms 105: 1-5
Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name;
make known among the nations what he has done.
Sing to him, sing praise to him;
tell of all his wonderful acts.
Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice.
Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always.
Remember the wonders he has done,
his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced....

i documented that last verse in my journal on january 4th, 2008.
i've lived in moments of deep guilt that i did NOT make known among ALL of my world, what HE HAD DONE. i didn't tell of all his wonderful acts....and though i felt Him prodding me to use this WONDERFUL answer of prayer to His glory....i was too afraid, too shocked, too utterly dumbfounded. maybe i was even in full disbelief.

nevertheless: i am pregnant. i am PREGNANT!

i'm thirteen weeks today and even SAYING the words, I AM PREGNANT still feels as though i'm going to get caught stealing something that isn't mine.

i truly do not know where to begin, as i feel overwhelmed at just the thought of starting all the way back to the beginning. it's been such a blur, such a dream, such a miracle, and even a self-induced scary nightmare at moments... and this mixture of emotions has AS WELL, kept me from really penning it all. it's literally taken me every moment of the last 13 weeks to process and digest it all....and to exhale. what a joke. i haven't exhaled yet...but every day i draw a little bit closer to believing it's ok to go to sleep....because it'll still be here tomorrow. i pinch myself, i stare off into space, i work myself up into a stressball, and i try in ways that just don't seem possible, to say "thank you" to God who answered my prayers. where do you even begin in doing justice to such a tremendous thing -- showing appreciation for such a miracle.

i get flustered trying.
i grow overwhelmed by the reality of it.
my brain short-circuits to even ponder this truth.
(...while Satan uses fear to overshadow the greatest of joys...)
and i've just been on my silence...words escaping me...
...but it's time to share.

from the beginning.....


as most of my friends, family, and readers were fully aware: i had decided to take off all fertility related procedures during november - march, because we had the holidays and because we needed a break. after the miscarriage in october, and the overwhelming hopelessness brought on by a failed cycle of injectables, i was ready to jump off a ledge. emotionally. hormonally. physically. spiritually. i felt incredibly...yuck. however, letting go of it all (once i REALLY DID let go), was so refreshing. knowing i could travel and enjoy the holidays w/o the STRESS of timing/pills/shots/doctors was really REALLY nice.

you can reference all of these emotions in my previous december entries.

fastforward to christmas in california.
we flew there on december 20th and were there till december 26th.
i knew i had ovulated on december 19th or 20th because we had been taking the ovulation predictor kits and i specifically remember if we should EVEN TRY to get pregnant, given all the oral surgery i still needed. i was also trying to fit that in during our "baby hiatus." but figured, "what the heck -- after 14 mths of MEDICAL INTERVENTION failing us....why on earth would plain old SEX result in a baby." and so we proceeded to give it a whirl....and i never thought twice about it again.

i felt totally fine the entire time we were in CA.
outside of my mother in law calling me a truck driver because i ate more food in one sitting on christmas eve, than i have ever eaten in her presence before. i was bottomless.

on the 26th we flew back to DC...switched out our suitcases...and drove to PA to have christmas with my family. we were there till the day before new years eve. toward the end of this trip...i specifically recall having cramps AND being tired beyond help. BUT, hey, it was probably jet lag, right? right. so i thought nothing more of it....

by new years eve....
i was cramping pretty bad and unable to keep my eyes open at 2pm. and yes, we had a party to head over to that evening. by 8pm i was feeling pretty darn cranky and ready to call it a year. but rather....proceeded to prop myself up by finishing off a bottle of prosecco and killing it in 3 games of Clue. :) WHY does nobody PLAY THIS GAME anymore? so funny....

but new years day....i wasn't feeling so hot.
tired beyond ALL IMAGINATION and....i had to go visit
that friend who had just had her baby on christmas day. i was feeling ok about seeing a newborn...after was a new year, and i'd better pony up and get over it if i was going to maintain any sort of friendship with her. it was SO lovely to see her son, see her, hear the story....and EAT. yes, i ate alot at HER HOUSE. shouldn't i have BROUGHT food? nope. i ate her food.

we left her house at 4pm...and....once again, i passed out in the passenger seat on the way home.
"chad...are YOU this tired???"

he shrugged.
....and the thoughts that i hated myself for having....kept trying to make their way to the forefront of my mind. what IF i'm pregnant. what IF this is why i'm cramping. what IF? NO just flew coast to coast....of COURSE youre tired. NO're cramping b/c your body HATES YOU and is confused....NO ALLISON....stop THINKING this way.

"chad, will you swing by CVS on our way home...i need to get something."
like any hubby -- he never asked why.
he sat in the car while i bought my 200th box of pregnancy tests.
and if you think the CVS people are worried about me, because of that....just keep reading.

i jumped back in the car and off we go.
i forgot i had purchased the tests, honestly.
i took a nap.
at 6pm, i went to a block party for our neighborhood, it was, after all, New Years Day.

i was exhausted by 8pm....and walked home.
around 9pm, i remembered i had pregnancy tests sitting in a CVS bag somewhere.
since chad was distracted on the phone....i could humiliate myself by actually SUBJECTING myself to another private pregnancy test without him knowing and/or watching.

my heart raced and i thought, "here goes nothing...." as i sat there and peed.
yet, something deep down....knew.
i set it on the counter with my nose 2 inches from it, too anxious to even stand up.
i literally thought my eyes were seeing things.
i could see a second pink line.
i could SEE a second pink line.

yes, in those few moments in life like this -- the world stops spinning. completely. fully.
my couldn't draw in breath.
i couldn't cry.
i couldn't talk.
i couldn't think.
i couldn't MOVE.
i remember my chest burning...and i remember hearing my heart beat...and i remember not ever wanting this moment to pass as long as i lived.
i could still be sitting there in that bathroom...staring at that 2nd pink line.
it really did feel....other-worldly.

i tried not to kill myself running down the stairs upon hearing chad hang up from his phone call. i was shaking. still unable to form words....but remember hitting the bottom stair and yelling his name...holding it up...and saying something along the lines of "i'm pregnant," in a tone somewhere between a scream, cry, squeak....

from his face i could tell he didn't understand what i said...but saw the stick i was holding...and knew he was in simple shock.

i ran, jumped on him, we both cried....and then sorta slapped ourselves back into reality because -- well -- we've been here before. it only takes ONE "almost pregnant" experience to make you doubt all future positive outcomes forever.

we decided to HOLD OFF on our FREAK SESSION until i had my doctor's appt the next day.
bear in mind -- i was still FIVE DAYS before my period should have arrived. it was still SO premature....

on january 2nd, i had my first pregnancy blood draw done at the fertility clinic. they called that afternoon to tell me, "you're definitely pregnant, BUT, you must come back in 48 hours to determine viability."

i get to hold my breath for another 2 days.
on jan. 4th, my next blood test came back with soaring numbers....but....
"great! come back on monday for another blood test....we need to keep checking to see if this is going to stick."

they did this to me for TWO WEEKS.
my final blood test was on january 15th....when they finally showed some signs of confidence that i may actually be pregnant and stay pregnant.

to prove my psychosis, as if you ever wondered......

at this point, on jan 16th, a whole BUNCH of emotional drama hit the fan. it's too long and too emotional and too far-fetched to really get into. i started bleeding. i went to the ER. they told me scary news. i cried for a week. i thought i was dying. or could die. and for SURE thought the baby was dead. i regretted getting pregnant. it involved "molar pregnancy" being thrown around....look it up.

terrified. first sonogram on january 22nd (these dates are seared into my brain forever.)
i was 6.5 weeks pregnant.
and we saw a heartbeat.
it's about all we saw.
everything is SO SMALL that you simply see a little dot on the screen and inside the dot is a teeny strobe light....which is a beating heart. i could have died and gone to heaven RIGHT THERE.

that was all you could see.
but it was all i ever wanted to see.
it wasn't even real. chad sat there and asked if it was a boy or a girl and i have to admit, it was nice comic relief.....

the following week, the fertility clinic wanted a final sonogram before they'd discharge me....i was 7 weeks:

and we still had a heartbeat.
and they pulled me into an office.
and for the first time....really said CONGRATULATIONS like they meant it.
they closed out my file.
handed me all documents.
"we'll call you in 10 mths to get the details on your new baby...."
...and i stared at her...and smiled...and the weight of it all still hadn't fully sunk in.
i had never celebrated.
i had never exhaled.
i had never blurted the news to the public.
i had never dared to dream this would pan out.

was i NOW allowed to ...believe?

the following week, i had my first OB appointment. i hadn't seen my OB in a LONG time....
he congratulated me...did a sonogram...and handed me a file full of labor and delivery tour info., a Rx for prenatals, and registration for a birthing class.

i think at THAT heart REALLY wondered if i could start to feel safe with this news. my fragile heart might have started believing at that moment....just a little....but still, it was a start....i was 9 weeks by this point, and the baby was measuring ahead:

i was told to come back in 4 weeks.
how would i wait 4 weeks after being SEEN EVERY WEEK by specialists up this point?? i was weirdly spoiled at that point and now had to simply sit around and...DO WHAT for FOUR WEEKS!!!???
the first 2 weeks went well.....
i tried to relax.
i felt great.
i tried to refocus my mind to possibly POSITIVE things....
and by the end of the 2nd week i was back into a frenzy.
i was actually having cramps and flipped out.

my OB said to come in and they did follow up sonograms to ensure everything was fine.
everthing WAS fine.
and everything took on another dimension when i saw the baby...
i shreiked.
it shocked me.
it was kicking its legs and punching its fists and doing little jumps....

in this pick....the baby is laying still:

and then it KICKED ITS LEGS and bounced!

i literally dont remember checking out.
i dont remember driving home.
i FLOATED around for the rest of the day.

by week 12, i had the nuchal translucency test done after being adviced by my OB to have it done. it's bloodwork and ultrasound that determine the odds of the baby having Downs, and trisomy 13. i was terrified, but would be best to KNOW.

it was the best sonogram of my life.
it's a TWENTY MINUTE SONOGRAM...and the baby is on a FLAT SCREEN across the you can watch it while they take measurements!!!! chad and i were awestruck by EVERYTHING. fingers! toes! nose!
in the actual sono, you can see individual toes up close....

and then the baby started to move and waive :) you can see a blurry hand with fingers!
i never wanted to leave that room.
i WANT TO BUY one of these machines!!!!

that was a week ago.
and today....i had my 2nd prenatal appt and they drew blood, told me i gained nearly 4lbs, my blood pressure is fine....and dopplered my belly for the heartbeat, which sounded wonderful.

i'm 13 weeks.
i'm 13 weeks pregnant.

and no...i dont have any more need to pee than i have all my life.
no, i never threw up.
no, i'm still in my regular clothes (jeans are tough these days...but most things are fine)
yes, i get tired...but that was sorta normal all along :) it comes and goes.
they told me today i'm anemic. woo hoo.
and....i've been given a good prognosis.

after living like a train wreck for nearly a year and a half....i do find myself wondering what to stress about next. is everything ok? is this for real? what if something happens? how safe is my news? who needs to know? am i ready to celebrate?

of course, OF COURSE, i could scream from the mountain tops that GOD IS GOOD. and GOD IS GOOD! and God finally allowed this to occur. but i get so scared of proclaiming His goodness BASED on a gift i've been given. He was good all along. He is good no matter what. He will always BE GOOD TO ME, regardless of what i have or dont have.

so where does that leave me?
still speechless.
i don't know why He answered when He did.
i don't understand His timing, even when it's GOOD TIMING.
i can't grasp all of His ways behind my entire experience....

and i'm humbled beyond words.
i guess that's how i feel....almost guilty because it seems too good.
unable to even ask for anything else in prayer because....He answered the deepest desire of my heart. it pleased Him to answer my request, rather than to withhold it forever.

how... do you ever get over that?
how do you ever recover from something so marvelous.
how do you even learn to look upward in an attempt to show gratitude.....
i don't feel like i'll ever fully grasp it.
the joyous disbelief washes over me again each day, as were the first day i found out.
i can't catch my breath at moments...(sometimes out of fear that it will all vanish, and it could, and God will still be all GOOD)

but is hasn't been a pretty illustration of my faithfulness.
this trial has not been something i was fully faithful to glorify Him with.
the entire story is just easier to keep to myself sometimes because it's difficult to put it in pretty envelope it in trite little sayings of, "yay! He is love! i am pregnant! the pain is over!" and to walk out of this unscathed.
i still feel battle-weary. i still wrestle with anxiety and trying to control my situation.

yes...HE WAS AND HE ALWAYS IS FAITHFUL!!!! i praise Him DAILY for that!!!
but no...i was not and always feel so unfaithful.
there is nothing about this that i deserve. there was never a moment that i knew He would answer my prayers the way i wanted. i guess my SIN and my DOUBT are the first things that rise to the surface, when in His graciousness, He answered my prayers.

the feeling of unworthiness. the feeling of even deeper disbelief.
and even my eyes well up with tears...i learn in a deeper way....

....that He has always loved me through it all, anyways.
and He always will.

the Lord gives...and the Lord takes away...
and through this journey of losing and gaining...
i have grown stronger in my faith...stronger in my understanding of His love and provision...stronger in my prayers for others who are in need...

i feel empowered as an advocate for those who suffer...
if He answered my prayer this time....
He can answer my prayers again.
and so i pray harder than i ever did before for those i love.
i dig deeper. i yearn more than ever before for all those who are waiting on the Lord -- to have their strength renewed.
i empathize in a way i was completely incapable of prior to this season.

and i hope to look back on it all, and to remember it, when i inevitably encounter my next life-altering next next crisis of faith.

And to really believe:
Job 13:15
Though He slay me -- I will hope in Him.

a verse that took my breath away on Feb 20th, has stayed with me for the past few weeks.
i have it circled and starred and underlined in my journal. the words never jumped off the pages the way they did that day....and it means more to me now than ever before....
it has nothing to do with fertility...or specifically answered prayer...or any strong application to ONE particular thing in life... the core nature of our Savior.
it speaks of His eternal desire to LOVE US.
it proves how far He'd go JUST TO HAVE US KNOW His love ENDURES for us:

Hebrews 6:17-20
For when God made a promise to Abraham, since he had no one greater by whom to swear, he swore by himself,
saying, "Surely I will bless you and multiply you."
And thus Abraham, having patiently waited, obtained the promise.
For people swear by something greater than themselves, and in all their disputes an oath is final for confirmation.
So when God desired to show more convincingly to the heirs of the promise the unchangeable character of his purpose, he guaranteed it with an oath,
so that by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain,
where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever.....

i can't even type it without crying.
God made a promise to Abraham.
and since He couldn't swear the oath to Abraham in a way of CONVINCING him, He swore on Himself. God so desperately wanted Abraham to BELIEVE and to TRUST...that He made an oath on Himself...because there was NOTHING GREATER to bargain with. he made the oath and made the effort and made the PROMISE for abraham's sake...not HIS OWN. he wanted abraham to SEE and to KNOW and to TRUST his unchangeable character.

he KNEW asking abraham to wait would undoubtedly TEST HIM...but God in His LOVE and in His desire to keep abraham faithful, went the extra step to swear on His OWN sovereignty.
God WANTS to convince us of His love. i just cannot get over that.
the words, "so desired to show MORE CONVINCINGLY" is amazing to me.
GOD of the UNIVERSE...desires to
CONVINCE ME, when i should be the one convincing HIM to love me at all.
not only that, but He wants to prove MORE CONVINCINGLY that "we who have fled for refuge might have
strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul..."

it almost makes the Lord sound breathless in His desire to lavish us with CONVINCING LOVE. a sure...a steadfast anchor for my SOUL. He knew we'd NEED an anchor in this life...He KNEW we'd need reason to trust in it. He KNEW in our sinful state -- we'd need convincing.
how gracious God is to humble Himself enough to convince me.

and all of this in addition to the fact that He is my forerunner. my advocate. my high priest

i just don't know what else to say.....i just don't know how to end this.....

we are thrilled....and we are hopeful....and we are THANKFUL for answered prayers....
but we are foremost thankful for His unchangeable character and convincing love.....

Thank you, Lord.