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Your Response Matters

My life is proof that God is faithful and able to do exceedingly and abundantly MORE than we could ever ask or think (Ephesians 3:20). So let me take a minute, just sit right there. I’ll tell you how I became… (any Fresh Prince lovers out there? ;)

I could share so many stories of how God has shown me his faithfulness, but I’ve tried to narrow it down to two of the clearest examples of how important the “response” is in every situation. It comes down to trust - a response to choose to trust:

Proverbs 3:5-6 AMP says: “Trust in and rely confidently on the Lord with all your heart And do not rely on your own insight or understanding. In all your ways know and acknowledge and recognize Him, And He will make your paths straight and smooth [removing obstacles that block your way].”

What this verse tells me is that we WILL have obstacles in our lives, but we have a choice every time on how we are going to respond to those obstacles. It says that if we trust in and rely confidently on the Lord, acknowledge Him, and have faith, then he will make a way through it.

I honestly don’t know where to begin with my story. I could list time after time where God has shown himself faithful, regardless of my response. However, in the last year I have been learning that my response in one moment determines the culture of the next.

When my husband, Kody, and I got married we decided pretty immediately that we wanted to have kids, so we started trying right away. We assumed it would be easy and just happen, but a year and a half (and a move to Oklahoma) later, we still hadn’t gotten pregnant. The move was a homecoming for my husband, but for me it was all new - a new home, a new job, and a new state. Not only was it a new state, but it was a small town, which was another new experience for me. I wasn’t happy about it, and since I was already struggling because we hadn’t gotten pregnant yet, the move only added to my frustration.

One weekend when I still hadn’t started my cycle, I decided to take yet another pregnancy test, assuming it would be negative. It was a Sunday afternoon. We had gone to church that morning, and Kody was outside doing something in the yard. I stared at the test and watched in disbelief as the second line appeared, showing I was pregnant.

No. Way.

I ran to the back door and screamed for Kody to come in the house. He was so confused as to why I was screaming like I was. I showed him the test, and we were both in disbelief but crazy excited! I knew this was God finally answering my desire to have a baby.

I scheduled my first OB appointment the next day. At that appointment we got to see our little nugget, and we got to see the heartbeat. Our excitement was off the charts.

A couple weeks went by, and we were supposed to go out of town for the weekend. However, Kody ended up having to work, so we had to stay home. I now know this was the hand of God directing our steps, because I was at home when I miscarried that weekend.

We were devastated.

I was angry.