"...neither are your ways my ways"

I've had that feeling for quite a while: that we should delay our departure to PNG for half a year (i.e. to July). Support hasn't come in as quickly as expected for one thing. And a departure in January wouldn't have allowed for time to renew my IFR licence. However, we didn't want to interfere with God's planning, and He's certainly capable to let our support jump to 100% in no time. Understandably, we didn't want to be in the way for that miracle to happen.
So, in the morning of that particular day I prayed: "Lord, let us know what we should do. Whether we should press on to leave in January or if we should stay." I've done likewise several times before, so when I got to bed that evening I wasn't really expecting anything to happen.
Then Madeleine said: "Honey, I think I'm pregnant." Well, I'm not quite sure if she really said "Honey" but she still had my full attention. "How did that happen?" was my question, for the word "unexpected" is not usually used by the highly organised and thouroughly planning Bischoffs. "Well, you know, the bees..." "I know the ways of the bees," I interrupted suspiciously, "but did they do it on purpose?" There have been some discrepancies between the two of us on how many childern make up a comfortable family, so I just wanted to be sure. "Honestly, no secret planning on this one." she assured me.
What could I do but believe her? And really, with a due date in mid-April and another MAF orientation starting in July it was pretty obvious who orchestrated this "accident". Just that His ways are not necessarily my ways. And by the by, God answerd a third prayer request en passant: If we should have a third child or not.

Baby #3