OK, I'll bite.
This is a really weird one, but what else would you expect from me?
My oldest sister and I didn't get along, and it got worse as we got older. She was a Southern Baptist and sure I was going to hell... I was a rebel without a cause. Anyway, when I was 16, I thought I heard God tell me that I would have to be a surrogate mother for her. She had a few miscarriages, and I just knew that one day I would be asked to carry a baby for her.
Anyway, I met Mr. Isla and was persuaded by my hormones to become a born-again Christian. When we decided getting married would be a practical thing, I told him about my situation with my sister. He thought it was great that I was so willing to do God's will....
On the morning of my wedding day, my sister turned to me and asked me if I would be a surrogate mother for her. I was like, woooo hoooo! I've waited nearly 10 years for you to ask me this! So, we decided that when I came back from my honeymoon, we would discuss it further.
Unfortunately, when I told Mr Isla the good news, he nearly ran off the highway. Our honeymoon was a total fiasco because he never really believed that I was serious about God wanting me to do this. I was just as pissed as he was for not taking me seriously.
We fought for 3 days. I was exhausted, heartbroken, angry. Finally, on the 3rd day, Mr Isla said "Okay. But we have to pray about the timing".
At that very hour, my sister got a phone call from a lawyer saying they had a mother who wanted her and her husband to adopt her unborn child.
That is how we got my nephew.... sometimes, all you have to do is be willing.