Glory Defined

Today I have been cleaning up my new office at home. My previous office was a big room, and although I loved the space, it wasn't cozy. I hardly spent time there. With the two boys 22 weeks along already, we have decided to make my old office the babies' room. My new office was one of the old guestrooms. Now, although smaller, I feel like it's more of an office for me to have my quiet time (which, yes, involves blogging along with devotions, reading, homework, and catching up on news). And Sophie has already enjoyed the new office as she tends to sleep on the couch in the back.


The babies' room is virtually empty, and Katie and I are going to start building up the room. (Note: when I say "Katie and I," I mean that Katie will be doing all the cool, creative stuff as she comes up with her vision for the room. I am solely responsible for funding the project and manual labor). Thankfully the room was painted blue back when it was my office, so since we're having two boys there will be no need to re-paint. Thank goodness, too, because it is a very dark blue which would've taken many coats of paint to cover up.

Anyway, while I was busy cleaning up all the old stuff from my office, I found something that touched my heart. It was Katie's old emergency room bracelet. On one side it says: "Hanchinamani, Katrina L 10/05/10..." Now, for those who remember, 10/5/10 was the date I took Katie to the ER where the doctor concluded that we were miscarrying. I remember feeling crushed and defeated that day. But at the same time, I did not want to forget that day because our pain makes us stronger in the end when we overcome. James 1:12 says, "Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because once he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised for those who love him." So I had taken Katie's hospital bracelet, and wrote on the back "In Memory of our unborn children." And I saved it in a box full of memories with Katie. When I saw that bracelet today, and saw what was written, I was just amazed by how awesome God is.

When we had heard that we were not going to have our twins, I did not doubt God. I did not disown Him or hold a grudge against Him. I did not pout or complain. Instead, I praised Him. And my family and friends joined me in our anthem of praise. Why did we praise Him? Because we are taught to--in ALL circumstances. And the Lord who is full of grace heard our prayer and praise. And in a miraculous turn of events, we are now well on our way to having twin boys. Isn't He amazing?! And I'm not saying this to pat myself on the back. I'm not saying, "Look at me; look at how I handled it all." By no means. I'm a very imperfect Christian. I'm just saying that God hears our prayers when we call on His name whether through thick or thin. Casting Crown says it best in one of their songs:

"And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm."

I leave you with this quick story that I did not include in my original post of that dramatic week (see blog entitled "The Hanchinamani Babies"). On September 28th, after I had heard the news that Katie was pregnant, I started to drive to work. The song on the station that morning was a song by Building 429 called "Glory Defined." The end of the first verse and the beginning of the chorus goes like this: "But I know that you're guiding me, and the best is yet to come. You've given me hope for tomorrow, and I know some day I'll wake up to find Your glory defined..." I wonder, have you woken up to find his glory defined? I certainly caught a glimpse of his glory the day we found out Katie was pregnant and when we found the miscarriages were false, that we were having twins, and that the pregnancy was going according to plan--His plan!