"Tomorrow's the day!" Elaine said firmly. After nine of months of carrying our fifth child, it was time for our daughter's "eviction." Because of Elaine's blood pressure, her doctor thought it best to induce her before it really started to climb.
We went to sleep with this firm knowledge of the future.
Things change the next morning when Elaine called the hospital labor and delivery department. "I'm sorry," the nurse told her. "It has been really crazy up here. We can't do an induction now, but you can check back around noon to see if things have calmed down a little."
At lunch time the message was the same. "I just don't honestly know how we can do your induction today," the nurse said apologetically.
So we went to bed on the day our little girl was to arrive just the same as we began that day -- an expectant mother and a waiting father.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that they called us to come in for the induction. As always, I asked myself what was to be learned from this delay. Maybe an extra thirty-six hours of further lung development were just what our little baby needed to be healthy. Or maybe God was simply teaching my wife and me a lesson in patience.
Through that evening and till the afternoon of the next day we continued to wait until our beautiful little girl showed herself for the first time. With her cries, I realized that more than anything I learned again that I wasn't in control, nor the doctors who were charged with my wife and daughter's care.
God is in control of all of the stops and the starts and even the pauses of our lives. With all the wonders of technology, He is still in charge.
His timing is perfect and while we may not have wanted to wait, our baby girl was just perfect. For, even when God seems to be a day late, He is right on time.
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