I had big plans for my son’s birth.

I wanted to have a home birth with minimal medical intervention. That was the dream. My ideal birth was on my prayer list.

But he was breached. So, I did exercises that would turn him in the right position. When that all failed, we drove an hour away from home so a doctor could perform an external cephalic version, which is a fancy way of saying turn the breech baby manually.

I remember laying on the bed as the doctor was close to turning my son in the right position and then all of a sudden, he moved back into his breech position.

Eventually, I relinquished control of my birthing plan and let God have His way. Although my plans “failed,” God’s plans succeeded and I gave birth to a 9 pounds, 9 ounces miracle.

Every birthday is a time for rejoicing. It’s a time to reflect on the goodness of God and the ways that He orchestrates blessings in our lives for our good. Although our plans may fall through, God’s grace falls in place, and for that, I’m eternally grateful.