I knew Saturday night when this happened....this would be a Memorial Box story. A story of you to hear. A story to tell my children. A story for me to remember that God is listening to our every cry.
We've been blessed beyond measure since our fundraising efforts for our adoption. To think that we started with literally NO money set aside for adoption, and we have $11,000 just 3 1/2 months later is nothing but the will of our Heavenly Father to set the lonely is families. He is faithful.
We've been blessed with much over the last week.
And still, I seek Him and His face.
We continue to plan for our trip to South Africa. I've had a few question, politely and without criticism, but simply question whether we will still go to South Africa when we have felt God calling us to adopt again. I have questioned myself.
We met with the mission team on Tuesday. In preparation, I went through our photos from our last mission trip. My heart yearned to see the orphans again, to hold them, and to tell them how much they are loved. We talked about plans to teach at the mission school and an area outreach.
Then, we talked about money. The price of airline tickets is rising. No one on the mission team has enough money yet to purchase tickets. I began to lose sight of Jesus, to see the storm raging, not the Savior.
On Friday, I committed to fasting and prayer, asking God to make His path clear. Once again, His light shone down brightly on our adoption. We received the recent photos of our Zeke, and our spirits were lifted. I did not hear Him speak about Africa. I did not see the way, but I did not feel He was releasing me from the committment.
On Saturday, I spoke to a precious group of ladies, and they were so receptive to the message that God is calling His people to care for orphans. Their purchase of over $500 worth of 147 Million Orphans t-shirts and Ugandan bead necklaces, along with donations, gave us over $350 to add to our adoption account. God continues to supply every need.
But, we still lack more than $9,000 in our mission fund, more if the price of airline tickets continues to rise.
Then, Saturday night I sat down to prepare for teaching Sunday School. Granted, I should have already prepared. Call it busy. Call it procrastination. I'll call it The Right Moment.
I sat all of my materials on the table. Before I began to study, I opened my prayer journal and recorded some thoughts. I thanked Jesus for His contined blessings on our adoption.
Then I confessed....
My lack of faith....
My lack of trust....
I told God I my faith was wavering. While I don't feel Him calling us away from South Africa, I don't SEE how the money will come. I am discouraged.
Then, I opened my Sunday School material, and read first the key verse:
"For with God, nothing shall be impossible." Luke 1:32
The right moment,
His perfect time.
I needed to hear from Him. And, He spoke.
So, in our Memorial Box, I am placing the Memory Verse Make-and-Take. I made one for myself. I am Josie-Tatum's Sunday School teacher, and I shared with her during the lesson how God had spoken to me. I said, "This is going in our Memorial Box, and, when we get to South Africa, we can tell others the story of how God spoke to me with this verse."
Will you join me in prayer? I plan to fast and pray again this Thursday. I will be praying specifically for our mission to South Africa. Would you join us? And, would you give me the privilege of praying for you? If you have a prayer request you'd like to share, please list it in the comments....or send me an email. Together, may we move mountains. And, when we accomplish what He has called us to do, we will be able to say, "To God be the glory...for with Him, nothing shall be impossible!"
And....I told you I had something to share. That will have to wait until tomorrow. But, I'll give you a peek...and you can learn the details tomorrow.