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His Perfect Timing: Part II

It seems a little glib to celebrate God's faithfulness in saving me while not discussing the death of the baby I would never see (please see His Perfect Timing: Part I).  Where was God's faithfulness in denying my baby a place in my uterus?  A tube designed to deliver new life to its safe, nourishing womb, instead ruptured, becoming a tomb.  Life ended abruptly, with a stab of pain.  No gender revealed or ever to be known.  No name.  Me, teased; almost a mother.   A number of times in my life my father has reminded me of the words of Abraham, "Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?" (Genesis 18:25b)  Abraham asks this question of the LORD as he wants to save his nephew Lot from perishing in Sodom.  Did the Hebrew mothers in Egypt ask this same question of God when their baby boys were killed?  What about the mothers of Bethlehem when their toddlers and babies were slain?  "Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?"...

His Perfect timing

I had been to see my doctor that November day.  He confirmed that I was pregnant and that my pregnancy was progressing.  My due date was 07/08/09.  I walked home with a light step - our first baby was on the way!  Only Graham knew.  We would figure out a fun way to let the news out. An hour or so later I had started cooking supper at the stove when I was interrupted by a terrible pain in my abdomen.  I remember putting the stove off and moving the pan from the burner and then I remember being on the floor at the other end of the hallway, praying for Graham to return home soon.  I had a lot of pain.  Eventually he did return home but I stayed put on the floor, happy for the addition of pillows and a blanket.   My naivete knows no bounds.  I was nowhere near putting two and two together.  I assumed I had the flu.  I was used to having severe pain with my periods, praying and knowing the pain would eventually end so the pain ...

Waiting for the bus

I was alone at a bus stop waiting for the last bus of the night. I had been at a party where I was trying to connect with people from school.  I wasn't actually interested in going to the party but I went to try to build relationships.  As an introvert, this was a stretch for me but I thought I should go.     It was dark and clearly not the best part of Ottawa but I felt safe enough as there was still a lot of traffic going through the intersection, there was a gas station behind me, and street lights shone. I was also young and in grad school and naïve.  I noticed a car pull into the gas station parking lot and the person inside motioned for me to come over. I shook my head and turned and walked a little in the other direction. The car drove away. Weird. The same car returned and the driver indicated that he wanted me to come over. I turned around and the car left. After this happened three or four times, I decided to cross the road and use the pay ...