I haven't posted in soooooooooooooo long and I'm so mad at myself! I have had SO MANY things on my mind and I kept meaning to share my thoughts here, but everything else kept getting in the way and I'm so darn picky with my words that I spend ten years editing every thing I write and before you know it, it's been weeks and weeks since I said anything at all. So today I'm determined to say what I need to say and not agonize over it forever. Here goes!
I had an experience almost a month ago that taught me the power of prayer. My brother-in-law's wife, Celeste has been pregnant for 9 months (obviously), and as she was approaching her due date, her doctor told her that she would have to be induced, because the umbilical cord had only one of two veins. Or something like that. (Sorry, I'm not a doctor or else I would give a more scientific explanation.) Celeste was disappointed and scared, because she was induced to deliver her first two children and the procedure was really painful and uncomfortable for her. The whole Peterson family decided to pray for her, not necessarily for anything specific, but just that she would be happy no matter what happened. Cob and I tried to pray every day that she would be able to deliver the baby the way she wanted to, that he would come soon, and that everything would be OK.
Then, during the first week of October, Ben (Celeste's husband) texted everyone saying that they were grateful for all our positive thinking and prayers and that the doctor agreed to let Celeste go into labor on her own! We were so thrilled. A few days later, Ben texted us again. He said that everything was still fine, but Celeste was really ready for the baby to come and we needed to use our prayers to get him here as soon as possible! That night, when Cob and I were praying, I said, "Please bless Ben and Celeste that Baby Ezra will come today..." and I almost stopped praying for a moment because I surprised myself with my request. I don't normally ask Heavenly Father for such direct, specific things, but for whatever reason, I felt like I should ask for the baby to come THAT DAY. We finished praying and went to bed.

The next morning, Cob woke me up and said, "Rebecca, LOOK!" And on his phone, there was a picture of the cutest little newborn baby you ever did see. I was incredulous. I couldn't believe it. He came! Ezra Oliver Peterson, born October 3, 2014.
I know that Baby Ezra came not just because of my prayers, but because of hundreds of other prayers that were offered on his behalf. But I also know that Heavenly Father heard MY PRAYER, and he answered it. God hears our prayers. He doesn't always send the baby right away, but he always hears us, and he always cares. I'm so grateful I was reminded of that.
I also learned that I love being an Aunt! Babies are the best.
Love, Rebecca