Faith and Unexpected Blessings

If you know me, you know the story of my most unexpected blessings, my twins. During my entire pregnancy, I was under the impression that I was having one child, a boy. Imagine my surprise when the doctor came in for the final check (after I delivered the girl who was supposed to be the boy) and told me that there was an issue. I panicked. What could be wrong? In his next breath he told me that another one was in there and that’s when I passed out. The mind can only process so much. My brain had reached it’s capacity for understanding. What I know for sure is that God knows. He knew I couldn’t handle the stress of knowing that I was having two children during my first pregnancy. He knew how fragile I was. I wanted to do everything correctly. I wanted a healthy child. Had that been plural in advance, I don’t know what I would have done. Talk about a blessing. Watching two little different people navigate life is truly something I ironically, can never put into words. I can just simply say that it has been a blessing. While that was a major blessing, we can’t discount the minor ones either. Making it home safely, having a decent meal or having clean clothes are things that we may take for granted. Making it home safely means you have a home and nothing tragic happened on the ruthless highways and byways. Having a decent meal means that you had the funds to buy food and you had options to select from. Having clean clothes could mean that you have a washer and a dryer or access to one or both of them. I definitely don’t take those for granted after we had to wait for our washer to be repaired as the clothes stacked up in a stinky mess. Take nothing for granted.

Then there is the issue of faith. I love to say I have it even when I don’t. I do remember a couple of times when I had an abundance of it. We were getting ready to purchase our first home. We didn’t have all of the money for the down payment, but I started packing anyway. I knew that it was our time and I knew that the Lord would make a way. Another time I waivered a little was when it had been weeks waiting on our second home. We were at the mercy of a not so good realtor and a pandemic. Delay after delay. Hotel after hotel. We were at our wits end. Technically, we were homeless. A new family had already moved into our old house and our new house wasn’t ready. One day, I truly had had enough. I did something I rarely do, I shared my exasperation on social media. I asked for prayer warriors. If you know me, you also know that I love to keep things to myself. I don’t want to bother people. I want to be self-sufficient. I want to be a rock. At this point, I was putty. So exhausted. So over it, but guess what? The same day I put my personal business out there is the same day that we closed on our house. I knew that there were faith-filled friends on my timeline and they really came through. I stepped out on faith and we got our keys that night. Really my entire life has been full of unexpected blessings and testimonies. I still can’t believe that I write so many articles now. I’m a private introvert. I persevere because I truly believe that words can provide wisdom and stories can provide solace. Beyond your comfort zone is where you will find unexpected blessings.