In the Small Things.

Where is God when you lose your son? Where is God when your husband asks to no longer be a part of your five month marriage?

Well, God is everywhere, but He is especially involved with the small things. And, I love finding Him there.

Don't you think it's time for a symbol post?(I need a more creative title, I think) For those of you that are new to my blog, I love finding little signs along my life's journey that God leaves to show He is here. And He is here. He's especially made Himself known to me during these last 7 weeks that I have been separated from my husband. There have been so many encounters, opportunities, and special people He's brought into my life these last 7 weeks. I will tell you about one of them, for there are too many to share them all.

First, a little background information.

Near the time of Dylan's birth, last December, one of my best friends Julie offered to make a slide show of Dylan's pictures and videos. She had asked me what song made me think of Dylan. I had said, "There Will Be a Day" by Jeremy Camp. So, she used it. Julie created a beautiful DVD, opening with video footage of Dylan cooing, and moving into that song playing with pictures. As you could imagine, Chad and I have watched the movie countless times over the last 10 months. And, as you also could imagine, hearing that song makes both Chad and I think of Dylan. It's definitely his song.

It's also worth noting, that I check in patients at an OB-GYN office 4 days a week. I would estimate that I personally check in around 50-60 patients per day. Of those estimated 50-60 patients, there is always at least one that has the same birthday as Dylan: 12-28, every day I work. Anyone know the statistics of that?

On to the story of God making His Presence known...

With newly acquired free time on my hands, I have been doing a lot of reading. One night last week, I had finished a book. Like, finished it. The End. I close the book, and on the radio, "There Will Be a Day" began to play. My heart stops every time I hear that song. I looked over at the clock. Can you guess what time it was? 12:28 AM.

The flood gates opened.

I couldn't fabricate this story if I tried. It was only 12:28 AM for me. I set my clock 15 mins ahead because I'm well, not a morning person. So technically it was 12:13 AM for everyone else. But...in my world...it was 12:28, I totally finished a book, and at that same instant, Dylan's song came on the radio.

I know God is with me. I know outwardly it looks like my world has caved in around me. I know that my God isn't finished with me yet. I know my God works everything for my good. And, I sleep well knowing that He is in control.

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."Romans 8:28

"And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."Romans 5:5