Crazy good God

Back in October, a good friend (one of my few with only one babe) told me of her news. She'd been trying for quite a while and really battled the roller coaster ride, as many others around her were pregnant with 2nds and 3rds.

Although different ones, she had some antibody issues like me.
She was on all kinds of meds to keep those antibodies at bay.
A nurse, the idea of medicine was pretty comfortable to her, and at least it was something she could be actively doing to improve her odds, she thought.

Month after month wore on her, though, and I think it became hard to spend time with so many pregnant ladies in our circles. I hadn't seen her as much lately as I had in previous months.

But that day, she shared the awesome news that she was pregnant.
After I hugged and squeezed her, I had to ask some questions...had to know her story. Had she done IVF, IUI?

Nope. She had been sick the month or two previously and gotten off the plethora of medications. She said she didn't even think the timing was right between not feeling well and her hubby traveling.

Crazy. Crazy good. Crazy good God.
I immediately got goosebumps.
God blessed her with a baby. Period.
A joy and peace came over me as I kept telling her how much I love what God did. (And those aren't words I usually use to describe my emotions.) In that month, she surely was thinking that she lost another month or two because of being sick. But God reminded her otherwise - He can overcome sickness, medicine, diagnoses, and statistics.

I never felt jealous or bitter about her being pregnant. And I say that not to be nice or with any pride, but actually because I was surprised that I wasn't at least a little. I just felt excited for her and what God had done.

And, I felt encouraged.
I didn't know why I felt that way. But, now I do.

It's kind of like the same way that bus sign and then the second bean sprout gave me hope.

Lord, thank you for your Holy Spirit. When I stay close to you and keep my guarded, over-thinking brain at bay, you open my eyes to what is likely just a tiny squint of what you have in store.
Lord, and thank you, thank you, for one more day.