Christopher Cody. I
remember writing his name over and over, and saying it out loud…making sure it
sounded just right. We were not quite
19, and not quite married when I discovered that I was carrying this little surprise.
I knew he was a boy all along, not
because of any sonogram ( I never had one with him). I just knew. I also knew he would love
tractors and dirt and hunting and baseball.
Was I too young and naive to be afraid? Looking back, I’m not quite sure, but I never
was. I felt like I had become who I was
always intended to be, a mom. Cody’s
mom.
I always tell people that he was a perfect child. Again, maybe I was naïve, but I don’t
remember anything negative AT ALL from his childhood. He was sweet and obedient. He always played well by himself and with
others. He never gave us any real trouble
in school. Our only problem was keeping
him focused because he wanted to be outside instead of studying. His teachers always
loved him. As a teenager, there were a
couple of learning experiences, but over all he was just a great kid.
Now he is a man. He
has a beautiful and loving wife. She is
a perfect complement to his personality.
They have made a home together that is warm and welcoming. He is a hard worker and a good provider. He loves the Lord. He is strong and kind and helpful.
I have always told him that he was no
accident…he was a surprise…there is a BIG difference. Because even though we put the cart before
the horse, God took our mess and made it into a miracle. He has done that so
many times in my life. That is why Romans
8:28 is my life verse:
“And we know
that in all things God works for the
good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
