We traveled to Paris this summer for "The Paris Air Show" with Dan's company.  Dan worked half of the trip and played the other.  My Mom came with us as well and we rented a beautiful and loud apartment in the 1st Arrondissement steps from The Louvre.  

One of the most numinous experiences for me was when we visited Notre Dame Cathedral.  We walked inside the quiet, dark, dramatic, and detailed cathedral.  We snaked through the cordoned off pathway along with the rest of the tourists, bumping into each other looking up at the stained glass.  We came to small vingettes where candles sat waiting for someone to say a pray and light a candle.  I froze taken aback by God's amazing grace.  By His answer to my little prayer 10 years ago. 

Dan and I visited Notre Dame years before, longing for a child.  To be completely honest, desperate for a child,  It felt like a puzzle piece in our marriage that was missing.  I can remember  quietly standing near the same candles crying out (quietly) to God.  I begged him for contentment, I pleaded with Him that I NEEDED  a child.  I knew in my heart that there was a huge possiblity that Dan and I might  never be able to conceive.  I wanted to be content with that.  I wanted Dan to be enough.  I wanted to be thankful for the wonderful man that I was blessed to have in my life.  Yet, I tripped time and again, putting the desire for a child before Christ and my husband. 

Imagine my emotion this summer when I was brought face to face with Gods generous answer to my immature begging and pleading so many years before.  Never in a million years did I think that I would be able to enter Notre Dame again with my husband, my children and my Mother (who had to watch my anguish for so many years).  I was brought to tears by the love of our God.  This experience instilled a deeper trust in Christ.  Not because He gave me what I wanted, but because He knew what I needed and WHEN I needed it.