~~Continue reading to find out about that time I’ll never forget; the time I told my parents I was pregnant.
Time now I share directly from my book – God and My Pillow – about the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to tell anyone.
As I walked in the front door, I couldn’t help but wonder when to tell my parents that I was pregnant. Looking past the stairs and down the hall into the kitchen, I could see my dad sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper, while hearing my mom also in the kitchen, probably pouring more coffee for herself.
I, Marianne Extremely-Nervous Houstoun, headed down the hall.
No excuse why not to just tell them now.
However, my body turned to the left and headed up the stairs.
I still can’t believe I have to tell my parents I’m pregnant. I’d better do it now and be done with it. I just hope they don’t say something sarcastic about me and my, quote, Christian life. Then, halfway up, I turned around and headed back down.
Okay, okay, here I go. Okay, I can do it. I can do it.
I can almost picture what I was wearing – Jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, and tennis shoes. The reason I remember my shoes is because, as I walked in, I was staring down at them while nervously holding my hands together. As my dad continued reading and my mom continued doing whatever she was doing in the kitchen, I began.
“Mom, Dad, I have something to, um, tell you.”
Dad looked up at me while still holding the paper as Mom stopped what she was doing and turned. I couldn’t help but look back down at my shoes.
“Um, I’m… Something happened while in California. I’m… I’m pregnant.”
I could get into detail about what happened in that kitchen, but that is all shared in my book. But I will say that my family responded as if I was the only one on earth they loved. And on that day, I sure needed that.
Think now about that time you had to tell someone some life-changing information. Was it a time you looked down at your shoes? Did you dread needing to look up and face reality? How did it go for you?
If you are one who hasn’t had one of those times yet, there’s a good chance you will. And if you have, good chance there may be another one in some future.
Let me encourage you not to abandon God at such a difficult times. He can help you walk down those stairs, and, while looking at your shoes, sense His presence holding you every step of the way.
I’ll keep sharing more of my story to show more ways God let me know He wasn’t going to let me go. Pass along my story to others you sense could use some encouragement.
Read more from my memoir to discover the many ways God let me learn that, even though His plans may not be easy, but perfect, and exactly what we need.