Labor Day weekend, Savannah went to church for the first time. I struggled knowing if it was the right time to take her or not. One of the doctors in the hospital said it was the worst place for her, since people would be familiar enough with her to want to touch her and get close. Kyle and I talked about it though and felt it was time, little did I know how timely it was.

A year ago during worship one Sunday, my dad felt the Lord lead him to make a bold statement of faith. 30 years ago he dedicated his daughter (me) to the Lord, and one day during worship he felt he needed to do it again as he had so many times previously. Then the Lord asked him to dedicate his grandchild in faith. He went to our pastor and asked to do it in front of the church. On labor day, my dad got up in front of the church and shared our story of infertility, and then he then prayed a prayer of dedication for his grandchild believing that he/she would be coming. It was a beautiful prayer, and I don’t think there was a dry eye in the place. Our pastor then used it as an opportunity to pray over anybody who was going through infertility.

One year later, labor day weekend, Savannah’s first visit to church, we went as a family. My dad shared with the church that his granddaughter was here and he wanted to give God the glory.

Throughout this journey of infertility, there were many times of doubt and even confusion, but my dad’s faith was unwavering. He always had such a strong peace and confidence that not only would I be a mom, but that I would get pregnant and bring a child into this world. Daddy, thank you for being a rock of faith in my life.

A year ago he stood up as a papa of faith, and this year he stood up as papa of Savannah Grace.