I didn’t realize the journey to growing a family would be difficult. I never really put much thought into it. You see people having kids all the time and in the worst cases kids having kids! From what I saw, I thought if you wanted a baby it happens. Culturally, as a young couple it seems you’re trying to avoid a pregnancy in the beginning because “there are things you have to do, places to see, careers to build” and so on.
It took a while, a lot of tears, and a tests of faith but it finally happened. We are pregnant again. This child is such a huge part of our lives already we wanted to pick a name that would forever mean something to all of us.
Chris and I have had a name picked out since Killi was in the belly (but we didn’t know we were having a boy at the time). Our first name for our girl is Mia. It’s a name we have always loved, one that was special to us. In Latin and Italian, Mia means “mine” or “wished for child.”
Her middle name is Grace. The meaning of grace is God’s favor. His favor is shown to his believers through blessings which normally come from prayers that have been answered.
This child was prayed for, she was wished for. God showed his favor on our family and blessed us with another life to care for and bring up in the faith.
Mia Grace Horace will always know every time she hears her name, writes it down, or hears about God’s love, mercy, and grace when she studies the word; what a blessing she is and that her God showed his favor on her parents to give us our “wished for child”.
“but he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships,in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
After reading this, I realized I was doing the same during my time of pain with my three losses. I was begging and pleading for God to take away the pain and suffering but I wasn’t listening during the first two miscarriages when he told me “his grace is sufficient.” Finally with the third, when I was at the precipice I finally got it “His power is made perfect in weakness.” His power was made perfect in my weakness and his grace is always sufficient.
As I write this, Mia Grace is kicking away and I finally feel like I can breathe. Don’t get me wrong, I will not be totally relaxed. I’m human and I will worry until a doctor places a breathing baby in my arms but I do have a peace and believe that with whatever happens, good or bad, God has a reason and a plan. To just feel my child kick and see her move on an ultrasound has been such a blessing it brought me to tears.
I am, we are blessed beyond words.