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Here is the story for the Blog Event “Finish It!” #4 from Author S B Mazing.

They were standing on top of the mountain, overlooking the valley and the ocean. It was hard to believe that they were here after all they’ve been through
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They slipped their arms around each other. No words escaped their lips. The whole scene whispered peace. It had been a long time since they had stood in this place.

She sighed. “Oh, darling, it is so beautiful.”

He nodded, and then looked down at her from his 12 inches above her. “We have gone through a lot, haven’t we? How are you doing?”

“Great,” she responded and looked up at him with a smile. “And you?”

He smiled. “Great. Guess we should go to the cabin.”

They turned and walked hand in hand down the path. The valley and the ocean receded behind the line of the mountain, but it didn’t bother her. It would be there for a long time. Much longer than they would! Her mind went backwards over the last few years. As a young girl, her family had come to this place on vacation and spent the week in the very cabin they were headed to now. She and her new husband had honeymooned here. Then, they had come here after the first and second miscarriages and after the doctor’s words, “I’m sorry. You will never be able to have children.” Her days had been filled with prayer and weeping. Her pastor suggested they take some time away to receive God’s comfort. She was glad he didn’t mention adoption. It would have hurt too much to think about it right now. Her husband felt the same way. He had voiced it as they left the pastor’s study and made their plans to go to the cabin.

She cast a glance in her husband’s direction as they walked down the path. Was he remembering?

The cabin was warm and inviting against the cool mountain air. Her husband had built a fire just before they walked up the mountainside to view the valley and ocean.

“How about some popcorn?” he asked.

She nodded. Popcorn. How often she had eaten popcorn in this place!

He went into the kitchen and in a few minutes, she heard popping coming from the microwave. It was so relaxing to be here. A good place to recuperate. Or just relax with thanksgiving.

“Father God,” she said in a low voice, “thank you for the way you have worked in our lives. It was so hard to lose those two babies. And it was devastating to have the doctor say we would never be able to have a baby.” Tears rose in her eyes. The thought of it even after all these years brought  sadness. She smiled. “But you had plans for us. And I am so grateful. The way to joy in trusting you is not an easy one.”

Staying those few days in the cabin after the loss of her babies had helped ease her sorrow, but she had struggled with the doctor’s words. How could she accept that there never would be babies? As the weeks had gone by, adoption came into the conversation between her and her husband. It was hard to accept going this way. It was like a final sentence on giving birth. But finally, as she read her Bible and worshiped in church, she realized this was God’s plan for them. They had come back to the cabin to think and pray about the future. Then they had gone home and began the proceedings of adoption.

Her husband brought in the bowl of popcorn and sat down beside her. “A penny for your thoughts.”

She laughed. “Only a penny?”

“Well, maybe a nickel if they’re good,” he teased.

“I was thinking about the past, of course.” She leaned against him. “I was so sad back then. We both were. And God opened a door, not just for one baby, but for two. Little Carla and Daniel have made our lives complete. God’s gifts to us.”

“Yes. Daniel is in third grade and Carla is in first. They grow so fast,” her husband added.

She smiled. “God has taken us through the good times and the bad. I am so thankful.”

Her husband leaned over and kissed her. “Me, too. And I think it is time to bring them up here. Don’t know why we didn’t do it before.”

“Oh, that would be so great!”

Her husband put a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “Now, my love, eat your popcorn.”