Curse Inside Recess Days

I hate inside recess days more than just about anything. In fact, I dare you to come up with something that I hate more than inside recess days. They are terrible! Not only do I not get the time away from the kids which is really needed, but I don't get time for lunch. Also, the kids get way too crazy and cooped up and it is literally impossible to teach anything. The kids can't stay focused on anything and it just makes for a really long day.

We had 3 inside recess days this week, and I can't say enough how glad I am it's Friday! This week was way too long and I'm sure the weekend won't be long enough.

Prayers

I have this friend named Megan who is about ten years older than me. I met her when I was in Young Women and she was my only "young and cool" leader. After I turned 18, I was asked to go to Girls' Camp as a leader and that's where I really got to know Megan and consider her a friend. She is one of the most spiritually in-tune people I have ever met but not in an annoying way if you know what I mean. She isn't condescending but genuine and sincere.

She has been trying to start a family with her husband for some time now. They have been married, I want to say close to 8 years and for the past 6 or so they have been trying to conceive. Megan had several miscarriages but last year, in 2008, she got some really great news. She was chosen by a mother to adopt a baby boy! Everyone was so excited for her. The news got even better when a couple of weeks later she found out she was pregnant...with twins! She decided that three babies at around the same age would be difficult, so she informed the mother that she would not be adopting her child.

Megan's pregnancy was considered high-risk, not only because she had had so many miscarriages but also because she was having a multiple birth. After several weeks of an emotional roller coaster, the worst thing happened. She gave birth to her twins when they were only 20 weeks along. One was a still-birth and the other, she was able to hold for an hour before she died.

My heart grieved for my friend. If anyone should ever be a mother, it was her. She was such an example to me and even though I knew she was engulfed in sorrow, she was still able to see some good. Yes, at times, she may have just said those things without believing them, but even to pretend to see the good when you are experiencing so much pain is commendable. I kept in touch with her and often prayed for her and her husband in their trying time.

A couple of days ago, she posted on her blog some very exciting news. She again was chosen to adopt a baby boy. She has known since August, but didn't want to share with the world until she felt it was right. The baby is due in 5 weeks and we couldn't be happier for her. Finally, she is going to be the mother that she has always wanted to be. But that's not all. As it sometimes goes with fate, she found out only ten days after receiving the news that she would adopt that she was again pregnant. Again, she didn't tell anyone for fear of the worst. She is definitely going to still adopt this baby boy in January, for which I am incredibly glad.

It still makes me nervous, however. This experience is almost identical to the situation she found herself in last summer. I want to shout for joy for her, but I am hesitant to do so for fear that she would lose one or both of them again. Her situation is the only one where I feel less than optimistic. I don't know why. It's not even my life, but I am just so scared for her. I want this to be the end of sadness for her. It kills me every time I think about all that she has experienced and I just want it to be over for her.

So, even though you may not know her, keep her in your prayers. She's very deserving of them.