Cat & Mouse...oh, and God

So I've recently come to the conclusion that my relationship with God is very much Cat & Mouse. We go back and forth for a while until one of us (or me) gets bored and quits the game. Then a month or two later we tease each other for another round. God is definitely the mouse. He throws out small toys to make me chase Him. Then He runs back into His hole and makes me wait.

Well apparently God has been really bored in heaven the last few months because he keeps trying to play. The first game was a little something called Your Husband Lost His Job. Now what God doesn't know, or actually I'm sure He does know, is that faith is my favorite part of this whole Christian Hoo-Ha. Some people see God clearly through things like prayer, or service, or fasting, or worship. I see him clearly when my faith is challenged.

So when four months ago we found out that Chris was about to lose his job, I prayed for one thing. I asked God to provide for us. Now something that I have learned about God is that He will answer prayers according to what He thinks is appropriate. When I prayed for him to provide for us what I really needed was a big fat check for a few grand to tide us over for a few months. But apparently checks don't come from heaven. Instead, within a few days, we were handed three dozen eggs by a friend of ours. O.....K..... I was patient. Perhaps in a few days some random money would appear in our mailbox and we could go out for cheesesteaks. Instead, we got a knock on our door and were handed 30 stalks of asparagus. About a week later a friend asked if I would consider babysitting for her son full time. A few days after that Chris' mom called us to inform us she has purchased Isis' entire winter wardrobe at a yardsale. I wanted cheesesteaks and God gave us vegetables. So we ate asparagus quiches for about three weeks straight and accepted the offer to babysit. Four months later here we are with Chris owning his own company. We were taken care of, on God's terms of course.

So God instigated that game and I played with Him and He can call himself winner if He wants. But I started this last round and it is called I Want Another Child. We had a plan to have our second child shortly after Isis was born. God had a plan called You Have Grave's Disease. It's an awful name for a not so awful condition called hyperthyroidism. But there can be complications during pregnancy with this disease. So I have been patient for two years now but I think I might go tapping on God's hole. I know he has a plan. Perhaps His plan is for us to have one child. Or maybe His plan is for us to adopt our second child. Maybe He wants our next child to come three years from now.

A few days ago I was taking a walk and I just prayed that good news would come from my thyroid specialist. I prayed that most importantly God's will would be done but if that will could include another child for us that would be super cool. And I asked for Him to reveal to us what is next for our family.

The next day my doctor called to inform me that my new medicine was actually working. This is the first hint of good news within the past two years. God peeked his nose out of the hole on this one. I batted at Him and thanked Him. He didn't come out for a full on game though. He knows I am excited by faith. I have faith that we will have a second child one day, in some form. I don't know what that means or when or how it will happen. But I find calm in knowing God is taking small steps on this one. Game on God.