A couple of nights ago, I was struggling to make a decision. I knew what I should do, but I really did not want to do it. I pouted and whined to Hubby in the hope that he would help me justify taking the easy way out, but he (being the good spiritual leader he is) wouldn’t do it, and he said I needed to talk to the Lord.
I laid on the couch and moped and tried to make excuses for my sin for I don’t know how long—probably about half an hour—before my heart began to soften and I was able to pray for help. I resolved to do the right thing.
When I walked into the bedroom, I witnessed one of the most beautiful sights of my life—my husband, on his knees beside the bed, praying fervently for me. Thank you, dear Father, for a husband who cares that much for me, and who lovingly leads me to You.
Another happy thing is that my test results for Group B Strep were negative. Yay! One less thing to think about during labor and delivery.