Every day, I’m getting more and more little signs that I made the right decision. I had another early in the morning last Saturday; I woke up from a disturbing dream in which someone I couldn’t see was trying to take my baby girl out of my arms and steal her away whilst I slept. Once I’d woken up properly and saw for myself that she was still sleeping safely and peacefully in my arms, I suddenly had this feeling of a Presence.
That’s the only way I can describe it; my partner was sleeping beside me, the baby was in my arms, but there was Something – no, Someone else there. Just an awareness of a comforting Presence; and I lay down again to sleep with the thought, “God is with me.”
Signs don’t come in a bolt of lightning, a blaze of glorious light, choirs of angels singing; they come as a quiet moment of peaceful knowing.