“Stop pumping and I will give you a child in seven days.”
I debated whether or not I would tell my mom, which is nuts, and proof of how crazy I felt, cause I pretty much tell my mom everything. She called me that morning though, and immediately could tell something was on my mind. When I told her, she believed me too. Two for two. I felt even more confident. As I did the math I realized seven days from then was Good Friday. This seamed even more providential when I remembered we lost Evelyn on Black Friday. I know Black Friday is a man made shopping “holiday” but when you think about it the days seem directly opposite one another. A day of sacrifice and love versus a day of materialism and self gratification. It was further conformation for me that God’s timing was perfect.