It's a story of a couple who is adopting a baby with some very special needs. There is something really compelling about this journey that their on, and threaded through each and every post of heartbreak and celebration there is a theme.
It's a story about Him, not us.
I find it really beautiful to read about Raj, Jessica and baby Adam, because to me they are a living example of openly receiving and giving back to God. The rejoicings. The laments. The testimonies. Even the questions. They are all woven into a sweet tapestry that spells out His grace.
Looking back on some of the writings I've posted in the past couple of weeks, I see the Lord working in my heart in this a lot. A humbling and challenging sort of work, all revolving around the idea of a story. Because within them we can either stand with open hands or tighten our grip.
And so it comes back around. Time to look back on my personal story. A turn of the head and a glimpse over the shoulder. Recounting each departure and each arrival to this island, each strand of students, the making of a house into a home, and the roommates and neighbours who have become family. All those now and then who are sharing in the journey.
It is truly and only a story that could be written by a Great Author. A story that continually draws me to my knees in gratitude and humility as my eyes return to the path ahead. What doors may open or close, what new opportunities or goodbyes await, what purposes or places I may be led to. These are all of the questions that I am beginning to wade through.
I covet your prayers today, tomorrow and in the coming weeks as I earnestly seek and wait upon the Lord to reveal what steps to take in the year ahead. I want to remain confident that He will respond 'as surely as the coming of rains in early spring' (Hosea 6:3).
But more than just an answer. More than just drawing me to His sweet spot, it's my prayer that I would keep my hands open. That I would continually be surrendered to taking and giving in these days, abandoned to only His perfect way.
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight,
O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.
~ Psalm 19:14
2 comments:
What you are doing is amazing.
Tony Campolo wrote, "we serve a head we cannot see, listen to a voice we cannot hear, and feel asked to follow what we don't understand."
God knows the plan...trusting Him even when it makes no sense...that's what disciples do.
We serve an extraordinary God... who uses ordinary people...
What a privilege to be "drawn to my knees in gratitude!"
From one beggar to another, both sharing where to find bread...
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