Angels are real.
This is Jack, our first fur baby. He is my husband's "little buddy," and he decided he wanted to go on an adventure early on the 4th of July. He bolted when my sister tried to get him to come back inside (very unlike him.) Eric and I were spending the weekend with his family in Alabama, but when I got the call he was missing, I drove home as fast as I could. My family spent ALL day, and into the night, searching for him. I was uncontrollably sobbing, having trouble breathing, and no one could console me. I was a big hot mess. I was so angry and so confused about why these bad things kept happening to us. To be honest, I felt like my prayers were falling on deaf ears, and my heart could not take it anymore. I woke up Sunday morning and went back out searching for him, and we SAW him, and he ran away from ME. That REALLY tore me apart, but at least I knew he was alive. On Monday before I went to work, I cried out to God (literally, hysterically sobbing), asking him to just give me a sign he was listening to me, that I wasn't alone in all the sadness we had been experiencing over these past 6 months. We needed Jack back, my husband would have been so broken and angry if he didn't come back, and that was what broke my heart the most.
THE FIRST SIGN: that morning, my older sister got a call from someone saying they saw him running on the highway in front of a bunch of restaurants (he was starving, poor punkin) and ran back into the woods behind our local practice football field. My husband and a few other deputies searched the woods and tried to lure him out with food, to no avail. I went back to work tired and hot and still so sad.
SECOND SIGN: (okay GOD, you're there. and you love us, and i'm done doubting.) My older sister calls me "JACK'S HOME. JACK'S HOME!! He's in the back yard!!" A woman and her daughter *who we still are convinced were Angels* spotted him running on hwy 20 again, and somehow corralled him down off the road, and down our street, into our backyard..**Side note, this woman did not know us, nor did she know where we lived..so how else would she know where to lead Jack, if she weren't truly send from GOD?** My husband called the woman, and there were a LOT of tears on both ends. He said he kept telling her his name, but she never said hers. She said she believed GOD put her in that place for a reason, and that she just wanted him to give Jack a big hug (which he did, and still is doing daily, more than usual..lol.)
THIRD SIGN: On a totally different scale, I went back to our IVF doc to start our new cycle for the frozen transfer last week. I had an U/S and blood draw to check my levels before actually starting the cycle this week. My labs were perfect, and my uterus was "quiet" which is, apparently, what it needs to be (last time, it was rather LOUD with a giant cyst on the right side...) I went back this week, and my U/S was still perfect, and I'm assuming my labs were too since I haven't heard otherwise...Our tentative transfer date is the weekend before we leave for our week long vacation, coincidence? I think not..I will have a full week of family and relaxation before we get our results when we come home. All things seem to be in order for this cycle to work, but we are still continually praying and seeking HIS word and guidance through this crazy time in our lives. My (and i'm pretty sure my husband's) faith and hope have been fully renewed after almost losing our jack jack.
#weltonout
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