Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. —Psalm 30:5 (KJV)
I’ve known lonely. I’ve worked hard all day, trying my best to serve others, only to come home to an empty house, a microwave dinner and silence. I remember once saying to my sister Keri, “Maybe I’ll just move in with you and Ben and sleep on your couch forever.”
I’m fortunate now. My wife Corinne has known lonely too.
When we married, we shared many of the same dreams, centered around a longing to have a safe, happy home where love was always waiting. Already, I was approaching forty and Corinne was thirty eight, and more than any other thing, we prayed that having a sibling for Harrison might be part of God’s plan for us.
Five months after we wed, His answer came. “Brock, we’re going to have a baby,” Corrine said.
“Wow, Dad, I always wanted a little sister!” Harrison added.
Our due date quickly approached, and before we knew it, we were in the hospital, welcoming our new baby girl. I was speechless as the nurse handed Mary Katherine Kidd to her proud momma. Corinne looked up into my eyes. I wanted to say something profound but “You did it” was all I could manage.
Corinne’s eyes were filled with joyful tears as she shook her head and softly pointed upward, saying it better than I could have hoped: “No, Brock, it was God Who did this for us.”
Thank You, Father. Thank You. –Brock Kidd
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