Reminders and Prayers

I felt I was on the right path, but I admit I was a little nervous.
I tried my best to keep my faith strong and not let fear take over.
One day,
I had to drop Brandon off to Tom so he could go to his neurologist appt. On the way home, I was driving by St. Mary's, our Church, and started crying and whispered "God, I need a sign that you are still with me." I pulled into my garage a couple minutes later and what did I hear? My tire going flat. That might make some people angry, but I had to laugh. Hearing and seeing my tire going flat (safely at home) immediately reminded me of the last time I had a flat tire. ("Losing Air") I've always believed that with that flat tire, God had guided me to stay with the man I would happily marry and raise a family with and got me to a doctor/place that got me healthy again. When Tom got home and went out to change my tire I asked him if he remembered the last time I got a flat tire. This may sound kind of silly, but I believe God was reminding me that He has always been right by my side guiding me.
The following month, my parents came to our home to stay with 5 of our children. Me, Tom, and Sarah left for Mayo.
We got to Minnesota safely and I had my appointment.

The doctors wanted to run more tests.

Unfortunately I would have to wait a few days to have the tests done.

Tom and I decided to drive back home with Sarah for the weekend then return for my tests.

Once back, I had my tests done. We had a day with nothing scheduled, so we went to the Mall of America to do some shopping. That was a good day.

Walking around the mall with our baby in her stroller was relaxing.

The next day we went back to the doctor to get my results.

I had been misdiagnosed before. I was fine. The doctor took me off all my medications. I was very thankful. It was a long journey, but it was worth it.

Between home and Mayo we found a little place of prayer. It was mainly for unborn children. It was a very pretty place.

There was a prayer walk and a chapel and a little shop.

There was a pathway with stones you could write on. I wrote prayers for my family and for my Bible Girls. I had gone into the shop and I purchased a prayer card. It was a prayer for health. Mainly it asked for my body to be healed so I could do God's work. I told Tom that I had prayed that if my body was healed I would be open to carrying another baby for God.

I have always felt very blessed that I am able to give birth. I am thankful.

I truly believe that my body belongs to God.