[kimtenn]

We were married fairly young at 26 and 27, but we just weren't ready for kids (financially/emotionally) until our mid-30's. At age 36, I found out I was pg when an acquantance at church turned around at prayer time and whispered to me, "I just got a flash that I'm supposed to tell you about your baby, and we're supposed to look up Isaiah 54:5." Spooky, especially considering that chapter starts off, "Have hope barren woman." A week later, I lost the baby in a dangerous ruptured ectopic miscarriage. That woman at church saved my life by telling me I was pg. I took it as a sign of bigger things to come.

Anyway, a year later, we decided we were tired of the infertility roller coaster and stopped short of IVF. DH met someone at church who worked for our agency, and she hooked us up. We signed on in Dec. 2003. We got our son Charlie in August 2005. I am almost certain when the woman at church wanted to tell me about my baby, God was trying to tell me not about the baby I was carrying, but the baby we would adopt a few years down the road. Talk about a revelation!! God works in mysterious ways, that's for sure. It was all in his plan, and is the most amazing journey I've ever taken in my life.

I have no doubt that our son was meant to be ours long before he was even born. Isn't God good?