How God gave me a daughter

ByMonths before I conceived my daughter, Rachel, I went through a very dark time of depression in which I started to doubt God's love for me.
I started to feel as if I had blown it with Him and that was it. That I could never be restored to my previous closeness I had shared with Him.
Feeling dirty and ashamed I lived the next few weeks resigned to my perceived fate without God. I sunk deeper into my mental prison until one day when I was about at rock bottom.
I remember being very angry at God and yelling in my head at Him about how it wasn't fair that He was condemning me like this when I was trying so hard. How could I possibly be good enough to be perfect?!
It was then that He answered me, very clearly, with a statement followed by a question. He said, "I don't condemn you, Sarah. I have loved you." And then, "Who is he who condemns?". Before I could really even answer Him, I felt the answer fill my head. Satan was the one who had been filling my mind with thoughts of condemnation and hopelessness. Not God. Never God.
I had allowed myself to be so caught up in Satan's lies that I actually started to believe them!
God then explained to me that the reason I was feeling so insecure in His love for me is because I never really grew up knowing the unconditional love a parent has for their child. Love and affirmation were often withheld, never intentionally I'm sure, when I wasn't performing the way my parents wanted me to.
He told me, "How can you know my love for you when you haven't had good earthly examples? But I want to show you!"
He went on to tell me that when I had a child of my own and felt the love I had for them, that I would finally start to understand how God loves me.
Then He told me something that was hard for me to take in at the moment. He said, "a few months from now, you're going to conceive a daughter of your own and I want you to name her middle name Grace because through her I'm going to teach you grace."
Now you have to understand, at the time my husband was not even open to the discussion starting a family, not for at least another year or so.
That made what God was telling me seem so far fetched. I remember praying to Him about how that could possibly be true and He told me not to even talk about starting a family (it was a common thing I used to nag him about) with my husband.
He gave me a clear date in my head that he would give me what I desired.
At the time, I took this to mean that that would be the day I would be pregnant by.
It was almost painful but I resolved I would not nag-even mention the idea of kids to my husband until I saw what God would do on the date He gave me.
I kept taking pregnancy tests in the weeks leading up to that date, convinced one would be positive. As the date crept closer and closer and I found myself throwing away more and more negative tests, I couldn't help but wonder if I had really heard from God or just thought the whole thing up.
Then the day came and I found myself throwing away another negative test. I asked God what He was trying to do here.
That day was a beautiful spring day and we were just getting home from church when my husband pulled me aside and asked if we could talk. We sat on our back patio with the sun pouring down on us and my husband started to talk.
He said he had really been thinking and praying about it and decided that he wanted to start trying for a baby. He said he could see how badly I wanted one and how much it hurt.
I had not said anything for weeks about a baby. God had worked on my husband's heart while He told me to remain silent on the matter.
Then what God said about giving me what I desired came back to me and I realized He had meant not that I would be pregnant that day but that my husband would have a change of heart about starting a family.
I told Adam all that God had promised me after this and how He had told me not to nag him about babies and wait until this day for Him to fulfill my desire.
I told him about how a month back, God had promised me that I would be pregnant with a daughter in just a few months and about her middle name.
He sat back, looking very astonished and I honestly wondered if he thought I had lost it.
Well, we started trying and low and behold, about a month later I just felt different as I was approaching my next cycle and I decided to take a test.
When I looked, I was greeted with a very dark double line and had to do a double take! I was so overjoyed that I started just jumping up and down in my bathroom, thanking Jesus! =D
I called my husband to tell him the news and after he had grasped that, no,I wasn't joking, he rejoiced with me. I think at this point he was starting to believe what I had told him earlier.
Nine months later I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl and the day we got home from the hospital I walked into her nursery to find a little wooden plack my grandma had left for me. It was a picture of Noah's ark and had the words, "God always keeps His promises" at the top.
I smiled when I read it, looked up toward heaven and laughed a little, agreeing with God that He certainly had kept His promise.

The Lord has appeared of old to me,saying:“Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love;Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you.
Jeremiah 31:3-