His Promises are True

I sit here in the library as the girls read and play, casually thumbing through social media and catching up on emails. I come across this article and unexpectedly, tears sting my eyes and my heart is overwhelmed with His love. 

I was painting in the garage, and she was drawing a rainbow on the cement floor with chalk when she said, “I’m glad God gave me you to me as my Mommy.”
I wasn’t ready for it. “What?” I asked, making sure I heard her right. She tried to say it again, but her words came out a little more awkward this time, and she said something like, “I’m happy your’e my mommy from God.”
Tears filled my eyes.
Then she prayed, “God, thank you for giving my mommy to me. And thank you (I couldn’t understand this part.) And thank you, she makes me breakfast. And thank you we’re going to make pumpkin spagotti (biscotti). I hope it tastes good. Do you think it will taste good, God?”
Then she opened her eyes, and went back to drawing her chalk mural–while my eyes blurred with tears, and a huge lump came to my throat. Where did that come from?
She’s three…and I didn’t know her little heart could hold such gratitude. Or that it would just burst out of her, during this subtle moment in the garage. Or that she would thank God, outloud, for me, right then.
Usually, she doesn’t even want to pray out loud–even with me encouraging her. But today she felt something inside her.
Something beautiful.
Her little heart can hold more love than I often know.
Her little mind…is not so little as I think it is. She thinks far beyond what I would expect.
“Thank you, Selah,” I said, smiling. “I’m so glad God gave me you as my daughter.”
I would have hugged her right then, if my hands didn’t have white paint on them, and if there wasn’t so much junk between us on the floor. The drawers I was painting, and an old wooden chair.
“Did you have to wait a long time for me Mom?” she asked. (I have told her the story many times, but she wanted to hear it again.)
I stepped across the junk on the floor and came a little closer to her. “Yes,” I said. “I asked God for a baby over and over again. But He didn’t give me one for a long time.”
“And when me and Daddy found out you were in my tummy, we were so happy!” I told her.
“Do you know why God took so long to give you a baby?” she said.
“No, honey,” I said. “I don’t know.”
“I know why,” she said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because…He was making me,” she said.
He was making me.
I looked into her deep blue eyes, that seemed to know something from another world, and her blonde tossled hair russled in the breeze. And in that moment, she seemed a thousand years old.
He was making me. 
And that answer was enough. And my heart resounded with the truth of it, “Of course He was. Of course, that’s exactly what He was doing, Dear One.”
Because now that I know her, and know how special she is–it only makes sense, that it took so long. I don’t know what God was doing with her up there. There is just something about her, that seems as if she spent a long time on God’s chest before coming to mine. Almost as if heaven didn’t want to give her up.
And I say this with tears, to you, barren ones…
Who are waiting for your baby prayers to be answered.
Who are praying every day for God to give you a baby. To give you life.
I don’t know why it’s taking so long. 
I don’t know if He will give you a child through your womb, or through foster care, or adoption.
But either way…if you are waiting right now, and you don’t know why it’s taking so long.
Maybe it’s because God, the Maker and Giver of Life and every living thing…is still in the process of making your baby.
We can’t even begin to comprehend what is happening in the heavenlies, in the unseen, and what, or who He is forming. 
His ways are not like ours. His timing is not like ours.
And perhaps if He’s moving so slowly, and He’s taking so long… It’s because He’s forming something so breathtaking and beautiful…it cannot be rushed.
He is in the process of forming a masterpiece. 
And maybe one day, a little masterpiece will stand before you and say, “I know why God took so long to give you a baby.”
And you will say, “Why?”
And they will say,
He was making me.” 

Repost from http://barrentobeautiful.com/2016/09/21/why-god-took-so-long-to-give-me-a-baby/

As I look at our beautiful girls, the ones God has entrusted us to care for and love. The ones who have brought such joy and healing into our lives. I am reminded.. His promises are true.

As we consider the future of our family, specifically future adoptions, I now know that already God has planned for those children to be in our arms. His promises are true. 

As we pray for my barren womb.. Even though days of prayer have turned into years, and sometimes we forget this one the most. I remember, that God has given us a promise of healing. His promises are true.

On this side of heaven, there are so many things we believe for in faith.. Some of which we will see realized in the land of the living, and some when we meet Him face to face. But most of all, we wait for His return and that promise that we will one day be in Heaven with our heavenly Father. None of our minor or major sufferings on earth will be done in vain. It will all bring us closer to the heart of our Father, as we look to Him, as we rely on Him.. the One who suffered the greatest to rescue His beloved.

 “For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us.” 2 Corinthians 1:20


3 thoughts on “His Promises are True

  1. YES!! So so so yes! Hoping with all hope for you as we wait in expectation of what He will do and who He will bring 🙂 love you guys.

  2. Thank you for this post. A reminder of His goodness . . . . even in times of waiting.

    On Wed, Sep 21, 2016 at 4:34 PM, childlike hope wrote:

    > Ann H. posted: “I sit here in the library as the girls play, casually > thumbing through social media and catching up on emails. I come across this > article and unexpectedly, tears sting my eyes and my heart is overwhelmed > with His love. I was painting in the garage” >

  3. We wait in hope for the Lord, He is our help and our shield. In Him our hearts rejoice for we trust in His holy name…the waiting is the hardest part. My son and his wife have been trying for a couple of years now and I was so encouraged by your post that I sent it to them. May He continue to use your lives as ann example of His great grace, mercy, healing, love and obedience. He is faithful, even in the hard….Love you friend!! ❤

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