Coming face to face with God's sovereignty is where the testing of our faith is.
I have friends who have faced hard Providences. Pain and suffering from the hand of God. Friends who have had their homes completely wiped away by tornadoes. Friends who have buried a beloved husband and father in the midst of unbelievable loss.
I have friends with a child so disabled, she will never live without constant care. I have friends with 8 children who buried a mom and less than one year later buried one of the children.
I have had a friend survive a terrible medical emergency with a very pre-mature baby, but also with the loss of hearing. And I have seen my friends bury babies not meant for an earthly life.
My Providences have not been so hard, but for now where I am they are a raw wound waiting on the first layer of healing. My Providences has been 5 babies in heaven. One buried in my own backyard.
My little boy will wear his boots without socks and rub a terrible blister. For awhile it is too painful to touch, but eventually it will heal, unless he wears those same boots without socks. Then the wound opens up all over again.
My wound is healing, but sometimes when my good friends are rejoicing over baby #10, it is like those boots. I have to start the healing all over again.
So to the two of you waiting on a little one. I am "rejoicing with you who rejoice", but for awhile I may do the rejoicing from a distance. For that I ask for grace.