Love Letter from God

Russ and I attended our home church Sunday when we were in Corinth. As always, I was moved with tears. Maybe it's from the comfort of being "home." Or maybe it was just from the joy of being around family. Or perhaps it was once again the weekend that I found out it's still "not our turn," as one of my blogger friends put it. Either way, I am always grateful for the message and the movement of His Spirit in my life.

So many times I find myself fixated on statistics throughout our journey of trying to become parents. I think about what percentage success rate there is. What is the percentage of twins? Triplets? More? What is the percentage that nothing will happen AGAIN? What is the percentage that something will go wrong? However, while reading Kingsbury last week on the beach...so many life lessons came into focus. Worded just right. Maybe it was the peace and serenity of the waves with nothing to distract me. I plan to share many of them in time. I digress. One of the books was written about a pregnant mother who had already given birth to a terminally ill baby girl. She becomes pregnant again, and she is consumed with the fear that this baby will have the same illness. The story line is so well written and I could never replay it for you. The mother's sister is worried too, and she comes to her father. The Baxters' father is such an incredible example of a spiritual leader in his home. After much discussion about percentages, chances, and statistics, the father looks at his daughter and says, "Yes, with us there is a chance that this baby will be born with the same terminal illness that took Sarah from us. But, with God the chances are 100%." The daughter looks at her dad puzzled. He continues, "With God there is a 100% chance that this baby will be just as He made him or her." How simply put! Yes, there are statistics that stand against us. But, with God there is a 100% chance that things will go just as He planned.

Although those plans are not always what we desire, His plans are perfect. Let Him take control. Leave your worries at the door. My mom actually bought a plaque when my grandparents were in the hospital. It says, "When you go to sleep at night, leave your worries with the Lord. He will be up all night anyway." It is so easy for me to say this to someone else. But, when it's me...why is it so hard? Things will go just as God planned. Just let Him work. Be patient. Trust Him. As Russ and I begin to change our treatment plan a little, I am glad to be reminded that with Him ALL things are possible. He formed my body. He knows when I sit and when I rise. He knows the hairs on my head. He wants to give me the desires of my heart, because He placed those desires in my heart. He is my Daddy. He loves me. He loves you!

My dad showed a video in honor of Father's Day before the sermon. It was a perfect reminder to me of who He is. This video takes scripture, from Genesis to Revelation, and put it into the form of a letter to His people - you and me...just as He intended his Word to be. A love letter to us. Please take a few minutes to watch this and let Him speak to you.

Please continue to keep us in your prayers as we continue down this road. I pray that we keep our faith, and we never lose heart. I pray that we keep His plan in our hearts.