The Slap

You know those moments that you think - yep, nothing will happen from this. Then it slaps you in the face and you are wide eyed and so thankful you took part in the moment...well I had one of those moments this weekend.

There are a lot of things on my mind about this pregnancy and I was honestly becoming discouraged by the fact I have no definite answer. Do we ever have a definite answer? So, I thought if anyone can give me the answer it is God.

Well - Saturday night rolls around and I feel awful. Tired beyond belief, up every hour, can't get comfortable, heartburn, and just plain miserable. I woke up Sunday morning thinking forget it. I am not going to church. I wont get the answer I am longing for anyway. I won't get anything from service, and it was raining. I will stay home and rest.

Then a little nudge. I got dressed. Then Tim asks if I am going to church. Ironic. He knew nothing of my wanting to skip out. This is odd because he never asks me if I am going. So, I think okay sure I will go. By this time it is already 10am and I figure forget it. We will be late and I don't want to go.

Another nudge.

My friend Jordan sends me a text asking, "You going to be at church?" SLAP! Okay God you have my attention. I will be there. Late, tired, and all.

The moment I walk into the church I am overcome with happiness. Tired still, but happy. Once we sit down I think.. wow small crowd. Then I turn and see Braiden Fisher. I instantly become filled with joy at seeing him there. Then the church fills up. Brother after Brother stand. Testimonies, prayers, songs, prophecies, preachings.... every one seemed to hit home with me. I kept telling myself stay in your seat.

Then finally I decided to stand. I wanted to stand and say how Satan had almost won with me. I almost didn't come. Had it not been for the question and the text this morning. I would not have stood had it not been for two brethren standing to their feet to testify. I would not have stood but I did not want to fall short. I stood and shared how afraid I was that my daughter would not have the faith to fall back on, that I had been tormented following my baptism by Satan. I stood and shared everything I had felt that morning. Upon sitting I thought that sure was pointless.

Then Braiden began to sing. Wow... and then a sister stood to her feet to testify that all she wanted was to hear him sing. Then Braiden stood to say how he felt the spirit the moment he walked in to sing, but was fearful. Yet, had it not been for my standing to my feet he would not have done. That he was so thankful he did because that sister was in need and was able to have her prayer fulfilled.

I was overcome with joy.

Then here comes Sis. Odessa. She came and prayed for me. As soon as she got on her knee I was in tears. Her prayer was beautiful and filled with everything I had asked. The biggest thing I took from it was she prayed God would fill me with the type of faith my grandfather Jack had. I may not have known him, but wow his legacy holds strong. She then prayed God would guide us in the pregnancy and that my companion would be filled with faith during this time and would see by my example what the faith can do.

Again, I was overcome with joy.

So - although Satan may have almost won. God most certainly was triumphant in this battle. My heart and soul have been filled with peace, calm, and happiness since that morning. It has not ceased to thank him for the things he allowed me to see, hear, and witness.

My thought. If God puts it in your heart, even just a small grain, we should follow through. We should stand tall on what he has given us. We should grasp the moment and be patient to see where it will lead us. Who knows you may receive the SLAP!