A Prayer for Choosing to Believe God Is Good

An absolute bundle of nervous energy, she sat across from me in the small counseling room, trying to wrap her mind around the positive pregnancy test confirmed on the sheet of paper in front of her. Her stress had everything to do with her stage of life and the total and radical shifting of priorities and plans a new baby meant. Instead of the freedoms of retirement calling her name, long, sleepless nights, tantrums, diapers, and the realities and risks of being an older mom now loomed in the not-so-distant future. She’d been living happily in one reality, and now a new one inserted itself into her life without permission…or so she thought.