life story

today i'm bursting with emotion, both good and bad. both came together to create a kaleidoscope of feelings that i've never experienced before which made me reflect on things in my own life, including life.
this morning our dear friends had their first baby. knowing the induction was the night before i woke at 6 am with excitement wanting to know the latest update. looking on facebook (fb) i discovered that things were going slow. as the morning progressed the news took a worrisome bend. i began to pray and then the frailty of life hit me. God's hand is on every life before birth, during birth, and after birth, through out their life and he alone knows the number of hairs and number of days. he gives each one of us a birth and life story to exemplify his sovereignty.
My boys birth stories were completely night and day, black and white, different. one was late, one was early. with one i worked up until he was born, the other required bed rest. one was head down, the other was breeched. i began to think about their entries into the world and found that the common denominator was prayer. with all the doctor degrees, equipment, and nurses sometimes we forget who is really in control. without prayer me, you, my boys, your neighbor, coworker would not be here, period.
the phrase "when all else fails pray" just struck me as kind of crazy. why look to other things? why does prayer have to be the last resort? why do we attempt other things, make bigger messes out of the situation and then out of desperation pray? why isn't prayer the first thing we do?
little kaleb mcmillon made it into the world just fine thanks to the ultimate physician. he's story is one already written in the books. as pics were posted on fb and i saw his sweet, round cherub face, a sense of sadness came over me. i wish i could have been there to rejoice with my dear friends but the miles kept me from doing so. i found that it is possible to miss and long to see someone who has only been in world for an hour. then God reminded me that i was there, through prayer and i'm apart of kaleb's God story and can continue to be if i keep praying for him.
so i sit, reflecting, and asking you the same question i was faced with today; what is your God story?