How Carly Came to Earth

Deborah Lewis
20090119 021      Dante came to me years ago and told me he was ready to get a vasectomy
(affectionately known in our home as the seedless grapes club…LOL). I asked him to hold off for six months. I went into my prayer closet, also known as my bathroom, and prayed, “God, I am tired of asking you for children.  It has been a prayer request for 10+ years. Really, I am DONE, DONE, DONE having babies. I’m ready to move on with my life and my career…BUT, if it would please You to give my husband a son, I am open to the possibility for six more months. Amen”
     I really didn’t think much more about it. Due to PSO syndrome and other issues, we were less than your average fertile couple. To be clear it had taken 11 years, and tons of prayers, to get two beautiful daughters. I had a spunky, capable, nine-year-old, and an inquisitive four-year-old who could get dressed and brush her own teeth. Its hard to believe if you have ever seen me hold Carly, but back then, when someone handed me a baby, I held them at arms length as if I might catch a cold or something. I figured I had humbled myself for the sake of my husband, I truly wanted to give him a son, but really six months meant very little to us in terms of conception, and besides I was less and less fertile every year. Right? Wrong!
     I was totally in shock several months later as I went to the doctors because I felt lousy. I knew what it felt like to be pregnant…this was nothing like that. I insisted so strongly that it must be a sinus infection, the doctor was just about to give me a prescription for heavy antibiotics.  He ran a pregnancy test just to be sure. I caused quite a stir because I was visibly in shock. He casually threw out, “I can go either way with this.” He was open to referring me for an abortion. A women can’t be in shock for three minutes about a surprise pregnancy? It was the first clue that this was not an ordinary situation. She was safe with me.
     It wasn’t God’s will to give us a son, but he used that soft spot in my heart to give a rare and precious gift. I’m so glad she got here. Glad she loved, and laughed, and grew, and walked, and cuddled. I’m glad Carly Joy came to this broken world and shared what God had given her… peace… joy… love! XXOO Blowing kisses to heaven. Mamma loves you!
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Published by Deborah Lewis

Don't ever give in. Don't ever quit. Don't ever surrender. What gives me the right to say that? Mountains of impossibility that I have walked through: 6 1/2 years of infertility, an adoption that did not go through, two seasons of helping raise other people's children, a miscarriage, paid back every cent of 85K of debt, crisis pregnancy, raising a special needs daughter, the death of that daughter, divorce etc... With every challenge came real wounds, but something else in juxtaposition to the scars: wisdom, and treasure. Real riches found on very broken paths. Some of my closest friends have caught my tears big, wet, snotting up, warm tears, but they have also "seen" the gifts acquired along the way. They have experienced hope in hopeless situations. They have gleaned tenacity in unbearable circumstance. And to be VERY CLEAR this is not because I am strong, very much the opposite. I KNOW how weak I am. Don't give up. Don't give in. Don't surrender. "For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are on You." 2Chron 20:12. My mom would say, "Shoulders back, chest out!" I would add to that, fix your eyes on the only One who declares, "You are more that a conqueror!"

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