I'm sure you could recount your own stories as well, but I know for me, it's in the trials that He feels the closest. The pages of my journal during a summer in the Amazon are filled to the brim with reminders of His love for me because I desperately needed that truth. My first time away from Shawn, when I traveled to Vietnam, His presence was so real to me in the darkness of that nation that I often felt I could hear Him audibly. Through break ups, health scares, seasons of loneliness, difficult relationships, the death of loved ones... He shines. In recalling His faithfulness and grace to me in the valleys of my past, I am given so much hope for these last few weeks of pregnancy that I will only grow closer to and more reliant on Him.
This morning before I headed to the midwife's office, I read Zephaniah 3:17. Just one line of that verse is enough to floor me - but all of it? He delights in me? Rejoices over me? It feels like too much for a girl so undeserving.
So really, today was about so much more than a failed blood test and a less than wonderful diagnosis. It was and continues to be about His wooing love for me. In my weakness, He draws me to His strength; in my lack of trust, He reminds me of His perfect faithfulness toward me.