Our family headed out on our summer vacation today. Because of the baby, we decided to fly to Colorado rather than drive. So, in less than a day, we went from hot, humid home to the cool temperatures of Estes Park and YMCA of the Rockies. We made a few stops on the way from the airport to the YMCA grounds and didn’t check in until nearly midnight.
We had rented two cars and Don had been a few minutes ahead of me. By the time we reached the registration parking lot, Mariel was running out to tell me which cabin we had and that we had been in it before. There are A LOT of cabins on the YMCA property, so to be in the same one twice is pretty unlikely.
Don led the way in the dark. I followed him up the asphalt paved roads and then to the dirt road that wound its way to our cabin.
In the dark, I REMEMBERED. I remembered which cabin it was. I remembered what God had promised me as I stood on the porch almost seven years ago TO THE DAY (see that post here.) I was completely overcome.
God had kept His promise to me. EVERY LAST DETAIL. He meant what He said and it was me that over thought and over analyzed. The majority of the things I wrestled with over the years in this blog were me trying to make more out of what He had said than simply WHAT HE SAID:
“The next time you are HERE, you will have another child.”
We had been back to the YMCA of the Rockies twice since I had heard that promise! And twice I had felt sorely let down by God.
Here was not the YMCA of the Rockies in general. Here was the exact same porch I had been standing on!!
The promise of Hope when I had cancer was a REMINDER of that promise, not a REVELATION. And, amazingly, I had forgotten!
What a glorious, awesome, humbling experience to hold my son on THAT porch!!
