Proof The Bible Is True

Anybody who asked me about babies when I was a little girl got the same answer: I would rather have puppies. I’ve sure changed since then, I thought as I stepped into the pre-dawn darkness one September morning. My job started at 6:00 a.m., so this time of year I made the 45-minute commute in the dark.

The drive gave me a lot of time to think, and lately all my thoughts were the same: Would John and I ever have a baby?

I pulled onto the country road that led to the office. The sky was still full of stars. I tried to concentrate on the beauty instead of worrying, but it was impossible.

 

John and I started dating senior year of high school and wed in our 20s. The first couple of years I hardly gave thought to children. There were so many things to discover about my husband and our new life. “When it happens it happens,” John and I told each other.

 

But when our friends started having babies, the empty space got harder to ignore. All the prayers in the world hadn’t helped.

 

One afternoon at the beginning of summer, I came home from work, flopped on the bed and sobbed into my pillow. John found me there, still crying.

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