As I was walking back from school, I pondered if God really cared for me and my family, like a usual moody adolescent would do.
I didn't feel or at least didn't try to feel the Lord around me. I always that he was just far away in the distance, not really an important factor in my life anymore. My family had been longing for another child, and I had waited so long for a brother, that I thought that God just didn't care anymore...
Until my mom announced she was pregnant.
Right after that, I reflected on my thoughts and thought that maybe God did really think about us.
Why did Jesus wait so late to give us this?
Maybe he delayed our family's wonderful gift to send out a message to us.
Maybe he gave us this gift at such a tough and deteriorating time to bring us back together again...