Mark Allen Morgan Almost Here

So we are sitting in the hospital trying to get some sleep before the doctor's orders of an epidural around 3am and pitocin around 4am to induce labor. Thankfully, Jess hasn't been in much pain so far: 2 on a level of 1-10 (I am practicing my new nursing lingo). We have been resting in a deep peace for most of the night through the tears, laughter, and one too many phone calls. It is eerily quiet as we seem to be hovering in the eye of the storm after the flurry of activity today.

While everything is happening much quicker than expected, sitting in this moment it feels as if God's timing is perfect. I don't think I have ever felt his presence so real, my confidence so strong knowing how deeply he is loving us this very moment. I can only attribute this to all of you who have been journeying with us, praying beside us, and loving us through the hurt. We are nervous as to what is to come in the next few hours, but also excited to meet our son in person for the very first time.

We have decided to name him Mark Allen Morgan II. We had always planned to name our firstborn son after my father to honor his memory in a new generation. On finding out the news we wondered if we should give him a different name, but Mark seemed to be right. Then when my grandmother shared with us the vision she had of her son Mark Allen Morgan holding a baby in his arms in heaven in front of God we knew. Today my dad will become a grandfather, I will become a father, and God will gain another precious child all worshipping the name of his Son, Christ, until the end of time...