Once I got the all clear to resume workouts after Annsley was born, I started with some light workouts at home to ease my way back in. I worked out regularly during this pregnancy, but the last two weeks before she was born I didn’t feel up to much and then had to take the six weeks off to recover. So it’s safe to say I couldn’t jump right in and complete a Crossfit workout (this was confirmed when I was in mid-crunch and just fell straight back on the floor).
Anyway, I digress. Once I had a few weeks of workouts done, I couldn’t ignore the running itch any longer. Luckily, Kayla said she would go with me so I wasn’t tackling those first few miles alone. I was focused on the fact that I was getting to run again and start shedding the rest of the baby weight. However, our conversation and an Instagram post showed me how much more important these miles were than exercise.
As soon as we started running, we both kept saying how excited we were to run again and have girl time (in between me trying to not collapse on the pavement). We started to think back to our last run and realized it was the Hot to Trot 10k we did on Thanksgiving morning. Ten months ago.
I honestly didn’t think too much about it until I got home and read this post on Instagram that Kayla wrote:
gosh, it felt so so good to run with my bestie again. it’s been a long ten months running without @laurenjochum. last time we ran together she was a momma of one and praying two little boys would soon join her family. and now ten months later, she’s a momma of four!! those two sweet boys are all hers and couldn’t be more perfect and there’s a new little lady of the house. truly amazing to look back and see all that God had planned. love you friend. ❤️ #motherrunners
Wow. I read that post and tears just sprang to my eyes. I was focused on running as exercise, but those three miles we ran represent so much more. They represent the beauty of adoption. They showcase how God’s plans are far better than anything we could dream up. And they show just how amazing our God is.
The miles we covered last year captured our entire journey-from the heartbreak of infertility to making the decision to grow our family through adoption. And of course we spent many miles talking about a potential match and then covering what it was going to be like to be a twin mama and meet Mama W.
On our last run 10 months ago, I had not even met the boys that would become my sons. Ten months ago, our family looked like this:
Today, I celebrate Parker and Campbell turning 10 months old. During these 10 months, I have seen God’s love mirrored in a woman who loved her boys so much that she chose to sacrifice her needs to meet theirs. Isn’t that exactly what Jesus did for us?
And that wasn’t all God in store. The words in Isaiah 43 ring true:
I didn’t know on that last run that there was a tiny baby starting to grow in my belly, the last piece of our family puzzle. It’s only been ten months and our family now looks like this:
Since that run, I have just been in awe at what God has done in our life over the past year. There have been moments I have had to catch my breath when it hits me at how he chose to grow our family. I never could have written this story (and let’s be honest, God clearly has a flair for the dramatic!). God took something that was heartbreaking and turned it into something beautiful. I have never experienced the power of prayer or seen his love demonstrated like I have over this past year.
“For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted the desires of my heart.” 1 Samuel 1:27
I’m so thankful for those three miles for once again showing me how amazing our God is.