
This is what every mom hopes for. For me, it was a miracle! I didn't know if there was even a possibility for that ever, after David passed away.
I hadn't been sure , I ever wanted to take the chance again. Now, I was so happy we had another baby.

Anthony was a very easy going, content baby. His older brother loved playing with him. Thinking back on it, the two boys didn't keep me very busy. Jamie liked things cleaned up, Anthony was always happy. There was lots of time for play and I loved it.

I wanted to teach my boys about God. I wanted to teach them "just right".
I tried to keep a lot of traditions, that I had been brought up with. For me that was another attempt at pleasing God and people, too.
If I stuck with the church, wore a head covering, wore the right clothes, make sure I don't work on Sundays, (so on went the list) maybe things would all work out. Maybe rally bad things wouldn't happen anymore.
Even though I knew Jesus died for our sins and I had accepted him at a young age- I still thought- I need to keep working for my salvation. I thought I would lose my salvation every time I failed him or anyone. So, I had to please God and people.
Secretly, I thought, losing our babies was the hell he had created for me because, I had not met up to the expectation God had for me. Words I had been told when I was a little girl were still haunting me. I was told I would go to hell if I wasn't good enough.
Now, he gave us this healthy boy, I didn't feel I deserved! I needed to do whatever I could to keep them.
Fear had a grip on me.
Would I ever be able to keep it all together and live out the expectations I felt were on me?
Would I find a way to please God enough and keep the people around me happy?
Would God allow me to keep these boys if I didn't find met the "standards" I had been taught?
Did the fact that I accepted Christ all those years ago still count for today?
(To read a full version of my faith journey, go HERE .)
