Recently, I was talking with a friend that was in the middle of IVF and was reminded of our journey down that road.  While it didn’t result in any children, I couldn’t help but think about all that did happen in my heart, faith and spiritual maturity during those dark days.  You see, I’ve had a dream of being a father since I was a little boy myself – thinking of how and what I might do differntly when (not if) I got the chance to be a dad.

My bio-dad died when I was four.  He and my mother were separated headed for divorce.  Eventually my mom remarried and my step-dad ended up being daddy during those formative years until he went to work one day and never came home – divorcing my mom via a postal carrier.

All of those events were cataloged and noted and my mind and heart were being changed to ensure that I didn’t ever repeat the ills done to my family by the figure most important in a son’s life.  Fast-forward to my wedding day – a glorious day and one decision that I recall being the most sure of ever.   The starting of a family with my wife was another dream that I had held on to diligently – partly because it provided the basis for children.

Several years into our marriage, we decided it was time to start trying for kids and month after month ended in disappointment.  Finally, we sought medical help to try and diagnose what was happening.  Needless to say, things weren’t working right – in fact, a 0% chance of children naturally was the exact news.

All of these memories flooded back into my mind in a matter of seconds in the conversation with my friend and were almost immediately replaced with the astounding grace and blessings of my two children.  I’m amazed at the feelings I have daily when I get to love on my kids and hear them learn and grow – there aren’t words to express my gratitude to the Father for such a blessed home.

A wife who loves me, is proud of me and respects me as a man/husband/father and then two wonderful children that fill my heart to overflowing.  While the dream I had growing up of being a dad was something I used to deal with the dysfunction in my own family, it wasn’t nearly big enough to have prepared me for the life I’m living.  My wife put it THIS WAY on her blog.

I guess God has a way of blowing us away with Himself.  When looking at it from the perspective of an earthly dad wanting the world for his kids, how much more does our Heavenly Father want us to experience His dreams for us.  One thing for sure – He has “Blow’d Up” my dreams for sure!  Want proof – head over to my wife’s blog – – to see what I’m talking about.

How has God “Blow’d Up” your dreams?