My Birthday

Twenty-four years ago I entered the world with big brown eyes, a pancake face, and a cone head. I hope some of that has changed by now. I am not big on birthdays. I am not sure why. I try to psychoanalyze the reason. I don't like making a big deal about it. I have plenty of friends who will count down the day of their birthday weeks out and make sure they have something special planned for the day. I am complete opposite. Its just another day to me, although I feel the pressure or expectation from other people to make something of it. In about thirty minutes that will be over.
One year ago today I went to dinner with the guy I was dating at the time. My favorite restaurant is Nabeel's in Homewood. I enjoyed a yummy meal of Greek Salad, Chicken Skewers, garlic potatoes, and of course tiramisu for dessert! It was a pleasant evening, and I had little to stress about in life. Little did I know I would spend my next birthday touring the birth suites at the hospital and registering for baby items.
Things change. Things happen when we least expect them to. I believe how we respond to change says a lot about who we are.
One humid night in August 2008 I discovered I was pregnant. The image of falling to my knees at the news rushes back quickly. I could make this a long story, and it is my testimony, but out of the respect for others I won't go into detail. I have given it completely to God and can't wait to see how He gets the glory in all this. I praise Him for His sovereignty in saving me from a unhealthy relationship that would have been an even worse marriage. I thank Him for surrounding me with amazing friends that I couldn't have done this without. God has provided my every need thus far. My symptoms have been mild; no crazy cravings, no hormonal outburst, and not an extreme amount of weight gain- ha.
I look forward to whats coming ahead, though I will admit I am scared. I am about to go through a major change in my life. However, fear does not come from God, and I trust His plan for my life. Jeremiah 29:11!
I can't wait to meet my little one. I believe God has used my past experiences to prepare me for this next step. I boastly say I will be a great mother. I will pour my heart and soul into loving and providing for my son. One of my 'many' prayers for him is that he has a servant's heart. I would love nothing more than to serve alongside my son in a mission field, reaching out, ministering to those in need. That excites me!
So thank you to those who have been praying for me- they have been felt. I look forward to keeping everyone updated on the rest of my pregnancy and my first memories of motherhood.

Alison-