Catching Up: The Power of Prayer (The Answer)

So Joe and I began to pray. And guys I'm not just talking a "hey God, can I ask you something" kind of prayer. I'm talking about the kind of prayer that never left my tongue. The prayer that I was afraid to pray and afraid to surrender. Type A Tara was freaking out here.

I prayed each morning, in our spare bedroom (the room we had already chosen as a nursery someday), for an answer from God. I asked him...
-Where do you need me?
-What path do you want me to take?
-How do you want me to get there?
-How long will this take?
And the hardest question of all:
-Am I going to be a mom?

And y'all He responded. In a BIG way. Not that I ever doubted He would. As Christians, we know that God answers prayers. We know that He has a Plan despite any plans that we have made for ourselves. But let me tell you...nothing prepared Joe and I for what we were about to hear from our Maker.

Happy Thanksgiving 2014

Yes, that's us...outside...on Thanksgiving Day...in the snow...running. We had this crazy idea that we would run a 5K with the City of Bloomington on Thanksgiving Day which was all fine and dandy until we woke up on Thanksgiving and snow was falling from the sky. Being that I loved snow, we laced up our running shoes and bundled up for some early morning "fun" in the snow!

We survived...and I'll admit that it was incredibly fun! There were so many people there including dogs, kids, babies, and grandparents! We had a blast!

On the way home we were rushing back to shower and get ready to head to my parents' house for the day and we were joking about being the "crazy parents" that drag their kids out in this in years to come because we want to run. We always make a habit of talking about having kids not as a "what if" but more as a "when in the future" so this was a very normal conversation.

As we were talking and laughing about how our kids need to like snow, we pulled up to a stoplight at the corner of Morris and Market. Joe started slapping my arm "babe, babe, I think God heard us..."

In the words of Jeff Foxworthy....THERE's YOUR SIGN