I am a twin. My twin sister gave birth to twins, as did my cousin, my grandmother, and great-aunt. It’s pretty evident that twins are an inherited trait in my family. It is providential, therefore, that even though I am biologically unable to pass along the family genetics, I have been able to experience the joys of being a mother to twins. It didn’t just happen by accident, though, nor even by my own calculated efforts. As only God can do, He had been preparing my husband and me to be parents, placing us in just the right place at exactly the right time, and interconnecting plenty of isolated incidents in order to miraculously deliver twins into our family.
The only problem was that it was just on the other side of the county line from where we had been looking. That meant that my husband’s job and our new church were in one county, and we would be residing, paying taxes, using the library and assigned to a school district in another county. Well, being in a different county didn’t seem to be that big of a deal, and the house suited us perfectly, so we decided that this was going to be our new home. Little did we know how significant that decision would prove to be.
Finally, she was stable enough for me to leave her side.