Brad and I came back together after a few days of separately pondering the possibility and covering it in prayer. He asked if I had been given any clarity, and when I told him what came into light for me, that was enough for him to bless the decision to move forward. He expressed his concern for us to stay vigilant in prayer and not allow the process that would undoubtedly be challenging to come between us or the goal of adopting a baby become an idol.
Wise words from a wise man.
When a divine appointment is laid in front of you, it infuriates the enemy of your soul. Any barrier he can construct or re-construct becomes his agenda. He knows all about the power of Hope inside his targets and will stop at nothing to de-construct it.
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“The mother hasn't been back to bible study and Katie doesn't have any information at all. I don't know what to do. I knew this was too good to be true, and this isn’t going to happen for us.”
Hopeless and discouraged, I spewed my angst on my sister.
She questioned, “Have you been praying about it?”
Perturbed, I shot back. “The end of the school year has been nuts! Work is overwhelming right now, and with everyone at my house for the wedding and graduation festivities, I can’t find any time to myself to gather my thoughts or needs to even talk to God about it!”
“Well...I’m not sure what to tell you.”
Wise words from a wise woman!
Her response humbled me. I realized the only thing over which I had control in this situation was to pray. Fervently.
Neither God nor the enemy were going to make it easy. Only I had the power to choose fear or faith. If I chose fear, I would suffer the consequences. If I chose faith, I would reap the benefits.
I ended the call and knew my sister was right. I had to hit my knees and approach this thing from there for the duration of this adventure.
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Thursday, 6.13.13
Thankfully I’m in a profession that allows me a good chunk of time off to rest, recover, and play.
I started my day with quiet time in God’s Word and prayer. As always, I knew to position my heart with thankfulness and in agreement with Him about my ungrateful attitude I had been wearing. And then I picked up my wants and needs regarding this baby situation and I laid it all out before Him.
Here's what is on my heart, Lord: This baby in Oklahoma that may or may not be born yet. You created him and you created his mom, and I know you have a good plan for him. I don't know why this situation has crossed our path and I don't really understand how we fit in to it. But you do. And Lord, I don't know what to do. Nothing has happened and my friend doesn’t know anything. I don't know what you want me to do...or if you want me to do anything...
Call the prison.
Ummm...what?
Call the prison.
Tell them the scenario.
Ask for a contact name.
Trust.
Lord, I'm scared. What do I say?
Crickets.
Wise words from a wise man.
When a divine appointment is laid in front of you, it infuriates the enemy of your soul. Any barrier he can construct or re-construct becomes his agenda. He knows all about the power of Hope inside his targets and will stop at nothing to de-construct it.
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“The mother hasn't been back to bible study and Katie doesn't have any information at all. I don't know what to do. I knew this was too good to be true, and this isn’t going to happen for us.”
Hopeless and discouraged, I spewed my angst on my sister.
She questioned, “Have you been praying about it?”
Perturbed, I shot back. “The end of the school year has been nuts! Work is overwhelming right now, and with everyone at my house for the wedding and graduation festivities, I can’t find any time to myself to gather my thoughts or needs to even talk to God about it!”
“Well...I’m not sure what to tell you.”
Wise words from a wise woman!
Her response humbled me. I realized the only thing over which I had control in this situation was to pray. Fervently.
Neither God nor the enemy were going to make it easy. Only I had the power to choose fear or faith. If I chose fear, I would suffer the consequences. If I chose faith, I would reap the benefits.
I ended the call and knew my sister was right. I had to hit my knees and approach this thing from there for the duration of this adventure.
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Thursday, 6.13.13
Thankfully I’m in a profession that allows me a good chunk of time off to rest, recover, and play.
I started my day with quiet time in God’s Word and prayer. As always, I knew to position my heart with thankfulness and in agreement with Him about my ungrateful attitude I had been wearing. And then I picked up my wants and needs regarding this baby situation and I laid it all out before Him.
Here's what is on my heart, Lord: This baby in Oklahoma that may or may not be born yet. You created him and you created his mom, and I know you have a good plan for him. I don't know why this situation has crossed our path and I don't really understand how we fit in to it. But you do. And Lord, I don't know what to do. Nothing has happened and my friend doesn’t know anything. I don't know what you want me to do...or if you want me to do anything...
Call the prison.
Ummm...what?
Call the prison.
Tell them the scenario.
Ask for a contact name.
Trust.
Lord, I'm scared. What do I say?
Crickets.