Sticking my neck out there is not a usual characteristic of mine. Playing it safe is more my cup of tea. This prompting offered me another opportunity to choose faith or fear.
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I uttered a prayer while the phone rang.
Lord...please soften the heart of the one who answers.
“...Correctional Institute, how may I help you?”
“Uhhh...my name is Deanna and I am calling about one of your inmates who is pregnant.
With a baby. (Duh!)
She and I have a mutual friend who told me that she requested prayer at one of the bible studies for someone to take her baby when it's born because she does not have anyone to take it and my husband and I are possibly interested in adopting the baby can you give me a contact name or some information about what I need to do?”
Gasp!
My nervousness was obvious.
The motherly voice on the other end asked me if I had contacted the baby’s mother yet. When I told her that I hadn't because I wasn't sure what I needed to do or how to go about contacting her, that sweet angel gave me the information I would need to contact her along with the name and number of her case manager.
My heart leapt.
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After a quick text to my husband and two confidants telling them to pray, I dialed the number of the case manager.
Somewhat relieved it went to voicemail, my shaky voice blurted out a message and then I hung up. Full of emotion and uncertain that my message made any sense, I got up and went about my day, phone in pocket and notepad in hand.
My phone never rang.
By day’s end I had two voices battling for my attention. One poked fun of me for believing this could actually happen for us.
The other beckoned me with a calm assurance...I will never leave nor forsake you.
~~~~
I uttered a prayer while the phone rang.
Lord...please soften the heart of the one who answers.
“...Correctional Institute, how may I help you?”
“Uhhh...my name is Deanna and I am calling about one of your inmates who is pregnant.
With a baby. (Duh!)
She and I have a mutual friend who told me that she requested prayer at one of the bible studies for someone to take her baby when it's born because she does not have anyone to take it and my husband and I are possibly interested in adopting the baby can you give me a contact name or some information about what I need to do?”
Gasp!
My nervousness was obvious.
The motherly voice on the other end asked me if I had contacted the baby’s mother yet. When I told her that I hadn't because I wasn't sure what I needed to do or how to go about contacting her, that sweet angel gave me the information I would need to contact her along with the name and number of her case manager.
My heart leapt.
~~~~
After a quick text to my husband and two confidants telling them to pray, I dialed the number of the case manager.
Somewhat relieved it went to voicemail, my shaky voice blurted out a message and then I hung up. Full of emotion and uncertain that my message made any sense, I got up and went about my day, phone in pocket and notepad in hand.
My phone never rang.
By day’s end I had two voices battling for my attention. One poked fun of me for believing this could actually happen for us.
The other beckoned me with a calm assurance...I will never leave nor forsake you.
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