The first of many!

I heard a great author once say, "Always write to the trash can."  In other words.  If you constantly write with the intention of throwing it away, your concern for what others will think will quickly go away.  Although I'm not exactly writing to the trash can, I am going to attempt to pretend I'm doing just that.

I've felt for quite sometime that I should write a blog telling our story as it unfolds.  After several confirmations that I should do so I finally listened and so now... here we go.

My husband and I are at a place in our life where we are abundantly blessed, but at the same time we are definitely getting refined by the fire. I believe with all my heart that God is ALL good ALL the time, and there are no exceptions.  However, I do believe that he will take any situation that is negative and turn it around for his glory.  He has an ability to breath life and hope to the dying and hopeless.  

Three and a half months ago our little prince was born.  Robert Cade Johnson weighed 6 pounds 1 ounce.  He was perfect!  What a great day that was!

During my pregnancy I devoured every piece of information I could get my hands on to prepare myself to be the best mother I could be.  I wanted to give him every opportunity to succeed at anything he put his mind to.  

I read a story that went something like this...  "I planned a trip to Paris for years!  I worked out every detail and dreamed about every place I would go.  The day finally came to take our wonderful trip!  We boarded the airplane, but when we landed, something didn't quite make sense.  We were in Holland!  I didn't understand, we hand planned a trip to Paris. Holland is a beautiful place with so much to offer, it just wasn't what I expected or prepared for."   

Two months ago, we received the news that our sweet son was hard of hearing.  He was diagnosed with a profound (total) hearing loss in his right ear and a severe hearing loss in his left ear.  That was a day I will remember for the rest of my life and those are words that are never forgotten.  The question then became,  was a I going to dwell on the fact that I was not in Paris, or was I going to be overjoyed with all Holland had to offer?  

I made the decision to dive head first in learning all I could about Holland. I immediately went into research mode to be able to give him the best I could.  Initially, my husband felt shock and numb.  After tears and prayers, we knew what we knew which is... GOD IS FAITHFUL!  We both knew that this would be temporary and that one day his ears will open!  However, just as Joseph did all he knew to do in the natural, until the supernatural came through, when he found out Mary was pregnant... we made the decision to do all we could do for him in the natural while still fighting and believing for the supernatural.  We know our son is healed, we are just waiting to see the physical manifestation of that healing! 


...more to come!