Bedrest...

Well, what an eventful day yesterday. I go to a routine prenatal visit, and I mention that I have been contracting more lately. Well, Margaret and I decide that obtaining a fetal fibronectin will just reassure us that everything is fine. I'm fully expecting that it will come back negative, and it will just solidify the fact that all is well. However, I get a phone call; it's positive, and I am out of work for 2 weeks. 2 WEEKS?!? I get bored after 2 days of not going out and doing something. Great. And it's over Thanksgiving, so staffing at work will suffer. On the bright side, my cervix is still closed, and baby Hadley is fine. So I still have lots to be thankful for. I can deal with the boredom, and how much my butt hurts from sitting so much as long as the baby is safe and my cervix isn't changing. I believe that I will be re-tested in 2 weeks and it will be negative then, so that I can go back to work, cause I know Shaun is stressing over money already. Just let these next 2 weeks go by quickly! Please!

The power of prayer...

With every answered prayer, I am more amazed at the power of my words. I know that I shouldn't be surprised that my Father hears my every thought and knows the desires of my heart, but I am just blown away when I ask for something, stand on the Word, and DONE! It's not that I don't believe that it's going to happen; when God says that He's gonna do something, I believe in the fact that His Word is truth and it's gonna happen. I guess I am just amazed that I have a Saviour that loves me so much that even when I ask for something small and trivial to others, He hears me and answers me!
With our placenta previa, the midwives and doctors didn't think that it would resolve and pretty much told me that I was going to end up with a c-section. All I had to do was pray, believe and then stand on my faith, and I really didn't even have to address it again! I just thanked Him that it was resolved. And as we found out on Tues, it's resolved!
When I think about prayer, the song by Rodney Atkins comes to mind. A little boy prays, and the dad says he "prayed like he was talking to a friend." Shouldn't we all pray like that? I don't think that God wants us to come to Him all "Holy art Thou calloused hands..." and all the stuck up prayer language that some use. I believe that He loves for us to come to Him and talk to Him like we talk to our best friends. Why is it that we can spend hours talking on the phone to our friends and we spend just two minutes in prayer? Shouldn't we spend just as much time talking to Him? He knows us better than anyone else will ever know us. He is our Best Friend. And much more.
Thank you, Lord, for being my Best Friend and listening to everything that I have to say. And for every answered prayer, no matter how small. I love you, and I hope you have a great day.