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Chapter 6

It’s been a while since I posted any of Crazytown. It’s so strange now to look back on the desperation in these chapters, and yet the utter conviction that I would be blessed with a third child. Although only three months have passed, it feels like such a little eternity. It’s similar to taking a long car ride, where all you can think about is the next mile up the road, and when you can finally get out of that car and stretch. Your gaze is fixed on the horizon, but you’re ever in the present, strapped in with that seatbelt holding you firmly in place. You’re trying to enjoy the journey, but all you can really think about is getting there, finally.

Well, I’m there now, and just as with any journey, the difficulties and discomforts along the way seem so long ago and just a little trivial now.

Trivial or not, here are the next couple of chapters of my journey to conception.

Chapter Six: Sarai

You can’t have a story about waiting on a baby without mentioning faithful Sarai. I hold a Tuesday afternoon Bible study in my home for a group of close friends, and one day we were looking at something–some tangent that had caught and held our interest that actually had nothing to do with the topic at hand. I believe it had something to do with the angels entering Sodom to urge Lot to leave and escape destruction. There was a reference to another verse that I was flipping through to check–we were interested in discerning whether the angels referred to were one of the “nephilim” (they were not).

I turned to the appropriate page and, finding the correct reference, began to read aloud.

Genesis 18:13-14 “And the Lord said to Abraham, “Why did Sarai laugh, saying, ‘Shall I surely bear a child, since I am old? Is anything too hard for the Lord?”

I shook my head in confusion. “This must be the wrong verse.” I turned back, read the reference again. “No…it’s right…I just don’t see what it has to do with Lot or Sodom or the angels leaving…?”

They were silent. And then it started to sink in.

“Well,” I remember saying. “I guess God’s trying to tell me something?”

And then we all got teary and ate brownies, because chocolate is good for every situation.

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