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Jack aka Tank

Life is never dull. At least not as a Bodker. I know I haven't posted in a while, but I have a really good excuse...I had another baby. And let me just say that I forgot almost EVERYTHING!!
We wanted a second child for a long time, so when it happened (to God be the glory), we were thrilled! Then I got sick...morning sickness, which should be labeled, always sickness. I think with this last kid I felt good for about...oh...one month. And of course he was a low rider and took my hips as far away as they could possibly move from each other. I'm going to be honest, I'm not a good pregnant lady.
But on June 26th, at 11:46AM, little Jack came into our lives capturing our hearts the instant we laid eyes on him. The little critter was three weeks early and out in two pushes. I've very proud of the fact that I only pushed twice, and grateful that his big brother paved the way for his easy arrival. However, in him arriving three weeks early, his lungs weren't yet developed, and he had to spend eight days in the NICU.
I'm going to just stop right here and give a huge shout out to all who work in and around NICUs everywhere. You people are amazing, God given creatures that help our babies survive. And of course, thank You, Jesus, for the technology.

Only God got us through those eight days. One of the worst feelings in the world was leaving the hospital, after arriving pregnant, without my baby. It tore my heart into pieces that I thought would never mend. The day we were to leave, I prayed, okay more like sighed, for God to give me a bit of scripture I could cling to. Then I grabbed my phone and read the verse of the day on my bible app which was Psalm 27:14 "Wait on the Lord; Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heat; Wait, I say, on the Lord!" It was like a breath of fresh air coursed through my veins putting my worries at peace and allowing me to place all my trust in Him during such a bitter moment.
We saw Jack every day. I would walk in that NICU so excited to see my little guy and hear of his progress, but then leave in pieces because he wasn't cuddled up in my arms ready to start life with his whole family. I have to say that in the 9 years I've been married, this was one of the hardest moments. But God is so good!!! Because as I type this, my 14lb 3 month old is asleep in his crib, at home....with his family.
I've learned when its too good to be true, its God. I'm so grateful my hope is in Him. Trusting Him is essential if you want to grow as a believer. But the process of learning how to trust, can shake you to your core. And when you get through the trial you are wearily trudging through, you realize it was worth it because it brought you closer to Christ. It allowed you to learn just a little more God's character  and see His faithfulness first hand.
What's the saying?....Life is hard, but God is good..I'll toast to that.
~ Misti

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