Four years ago, it hit me hard that my youngest was almost four.  Life just didn't seem right without a baby around.  I just didn't feel like I was "done".  My husband insisted that surely after nine kids, our house was full.  Hmmm ... how could I tell him that my feelings were telling me something different?  Yes, I knew we had our hands full.  Yes, I knew money was tight.  Yes, I knew he would be 50 in three years.  And yes, I knew I was 43.  Yet, I still hoped that we would be blessed with another baby.

So, I turned to prayer.

Just one more time, Lord, to feel a baby kicking inside of me.

Just one more time, Lord, to anticipate a baby's arrival.

Just one more time, Lord, to see the tears in my husband's eyes when he becomes a father once again.

Just one more time, Lord, to see the older children welcome a new one into our home.

Just one more time, Lord, to feel that soft skin at my breast.

Just one more time, Lord, to hold those little fingers in my hand.

Just one more time, Lord, to hear the cooing of satisfaction as I hold a baby in my arms.

Just one more time, Lord, for that first smile.

Just one more time, Lord, to cuddle on the bed with the baby for an afternoon nap.

Just one more time, Lord, to bring a new life into the world!

I prayed and I prayed.  By the grace of God, we welcomed our daughter, Lucy, into our family three years ago!

We are so thankful for all those "one more times" and look forward to the many more "one more times".

Topics: Motherhood , Women's Health