I slid into the salon chair, hung my jacket and purse on the spur-like cowboy hook, and glanced at my long-time hairdresser in the mirror. After more than 15 years of having her beautify my hair, we never lack for conversation.
Our families are at the heart of our conversation because, well, because we are mothers! Other than Jesus, is there anything closer to a mother’s heart than her family? All the Continue reading
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On our ride back from a San Diego weekend that glistened with joy, the love of family, and the closeness of friends, I carefully pulled my Bible with its broken binding out of the red tote bag and read the day’s Scripture to our family. It seems the only time we do this though, is when we are tucked in our car together on long trips where no one can escape.
That Monday, June 16, was our oldest son Tim’s birthday. With anticipation I flipped to the day’s reading and almost gasped. The timing was more than uncanny. It had Continue reading
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The sky was a patchwork of puffy, white clouds stitched across a blue background. The air whistled a crisp fall breeze as the children danced around the play equipment and fed the curious animals in a traveling petting zoo.
Adults dressed in purple shirts wearing warm, easy smiles wrapped their guests in love as all proclaimed the goodness of the Lord. After three long years, a sweet girl with brown ringlets had become the daughter of a very special couple. (And where was my camera–I felt I might have been a little intrusive, so use your best imaginations.) An adoption that had taken twists and turns finding the couple with their precious little girl for some of the time and then without her as the courts bounced the toddler between homes. There had to be a surrender, a letting go of the one they desired most. A trusting in God and His wisdom above all of thier hearts’ longings. Yesterday, the blue-eyed, bright child officially became theirs in a community-wide celebration held in a local park. The festive occasion is designed to legally unite children with families as part of the National Adoption Day coming up next weekend. Today, those who had prayed that the Lord’s hand would direct the best future for this curly-haired child gathered and rejoiced. Basking under the sunny sky, we all hugged and praised God for His blessings, His lessons, and His working in each one’s lives.
To God be the glory for all He has done. As the couple dedicated their little girls today, this song was sung in church.
Giving thanks to the Lord for: 695) Answered prayers and ringlets flowing in the autumn breeze 697) For the opportunity to buy cute “pink and glittery” princess clothes for two of God’s precious children 698) For sweet fellowship and “rich conversation” with a friend from the past, not seen often enough 699) For patient and calm wisdom given by my husband 700) For safe flight for oldest 701) For youngest and hubby preparing the tent trailer for a mission trip 702) For all the anguishing thoughts that have made me look deeply into the foundation of my faith 703) For God’s revelation, painful but enlightening 704) For God’s mighty right hand that upholds me and guides me and protects me 705) For learning to trust that God really is in control, and for being exhausted from trying to be in control and do His job 706) For my friends who uphold me in prayer when I have no strength to pray myself 707) For Christmas shopping begun and salespeople who smile and help you pick out just the right present 708) For spicy smelling candles of pumpkin and cranberry that fill our home with the season’s scents 709) For encouraging emails 710) For articles published 712) For crisp autumn weather, wearing sweaters and sweatshirts, bundled up and cozy 713) So grateful for the comfort of a roof over our heads, a soft bed in which to sleep, warm meals on the table and a family to love. May the Lord bless those who need the basic provisions of life and may we be His instruments in meeting those needs. Linking with Multitude Mondays at Ann Voskamp’s and Playdates with God at Laura’s
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This is the fifth and last part of the series on Prayer. This is a repost of an article that appeared earlier.
It was a sultry August day in the San Fernando Valley. Perfect pool weather. We puffed air into the inflatable kiddy pool and let the hose run til the water was splashing deep. A couple of wind-up fishies and frogs, and we were set. A precious 3 year-old little girl had come into our lives, and we could hardly wait to have fun with her. We had waited nearly a year to meet her. We had seen her picture and prayed that the Lord would place her in our family. We were on the threshold of our second adoption. And we were trusting that the Lord had opened the door. Splashing in the pool, reading books, cuddling while watching a Disney movie, ice skating, and church. Before we knew it, the initial weekend visit had blown by. Sadly, we drove her back to her foster home because parental rights had to be terminated by the courts before she could move in permanently. With arms wound tightly around my neck and fingers locked tightly in place, this joyful girl refused to let go of me as we sat on the floor of her foster home. We promised to return the following weekend and do it all again. At least that was the original plan. It was a month of filled to the brim active weekends–dolls and books, games and puzzles, prayers and sweet bedtime kisses, and always ice skating. Then the next court date came and everything changed. It was more like a divorce proceeding. We could see the precious one every other weekend and on Wednesdays. The foster mother was given the joy of having her on alternate weekends. We continued to pray and pursue what we believed was the Lord’s direction for us. Taking hope to heart, we treasured our times together. Psalty song tapes ringing music through the car’s tight space, trips to the Museum playing the role in a fireman’s uniform, feet reaching for the tree tops at the park as she swung through the air, wide-eyed wonder wandering through the County Fair, blowing out candles on her birthday cake with newly made friends, and skating. Tension grew between the foster mom and us. Hot words flew across the room. She did not want to lose the precious one she had taken care of since birth. But she had never considered adoption–until now Court battles ensued. Psychological evaluations (four of them) and emotional bonding issues pitted the foster mother against us. After five months of praying, pleading with the Lord and the county department of children’s service, the doubt began to rise in my mind. And nausea took up residence in my stomach. Weakly, I questioned my husband, “Should we really continue to pursue this adoption? I feel as if the child is being tortured!” “We must for her sake,” my husband said. “She needs to know that someone will stay there in her life.” The excitement dimmed and the worry grew brighter. Four months later, the courts declared that the emotional bonding with the foster mother was substantial enough to warrant leaving our precious little girl in that home. As soon as we were in our car, the tears ran in rivulets down my face.How could this be happening, I wondered. We prayed, friends prayed, family members prayed, churches prayed. “Why did the Lord answer all of those prayers with a ‘No”?” I questioned. I never got an answer. Neither did my husband. But one year later, the Lord slipped a blond, blue-eyed 5 and 1/2 year-old little boy into our lives. And life was filled with excitement and moments to share love again. The courts–no problem there. He was living in our home in less than one week. Why did God say, “No”.
The pastor of our church recently spoke on prayer. And he gave a couple of reasons why God might say, “No”:
- Unconfessed sin in our lives could initiate that response (Psalm 66:18)
- Asking with wrong motives (mainly selfish intent) (James 4:3)
- When a “No” answer to our prayer will honor God more than a “Yes” (2 Corinthians 12:7)
Continue to search the Scriptures for more on prayer and read recommended books on prayer such as Praying God’s Word by Beth Moore, How to Pray: The Best of John Wesley on Prayer by John Wesley, or Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 53:8&9 NIV
This post is part of a series on Prayer that was published before. This is a repost.
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