When I was about three-and-a-half years old, I was an only child, and I wanted a sibling badly. Now, my parents were told they couldn’t have any more children, but at the time I was too young to understand. As I looked around, everyone else I knew my age had a baby brother or sister and I desired one too. At night, I would go to bed crying for a sibling. In an effort to calm me, my mom suggested “Lilly, why don’t we pray for a little brother or sister?” I decided to pray for a baby brother. These prayers continued nightly for the next year.
Years later, in October of 2006, I found out I was going to be a big sister. I was shocked and excited. Eight months later, my brother Moses was born, six-and-a-half years after I had prayed for a sibling.