Today my life changed. I fell in love
with ten little toes. I fell in love with sharing Christ's love.
And I fell in love with obedience.
Last year at this time my husband and I
were busy staging our home to sell. It all started with two quick
sentences.
“I think we should move into a condo
downtown.”
“Okay. I will call the Realtor in
the morning.”
This pattern of dialog is our typical
M.O. We get an idea or whim, then we run with it. No planning, no
prep, and no prayer. Don't believe me, last summer we loaded our
Honda for a 3 week California road trip. We planned it 10 days in
advance. It's how we have always been, until the Holy Spirit tugged
my heart so hard I couldn't ignore it anymore.
Robert and I were nearing the end of
Project: Sell This House, we were sitting outside watching our two
girls “water sled” in the front yard. It was an afternoon I was
feeling particularly melancholy. It was nearing the day two years
prior we had quietly said goodbye to our third child. And I felt
this tug, this little voice that said “You can't move”. And just
as quickly as we agreed to move into our high-rise dream home, we
agreed not to.
Prior to this time, Robert and I had
said we were content with our family. We said it on the outside, but
on the inside behind closed doors, we weren't. He wanted more kids.
I wanted more kids. But we trusted God, that the door was shut for a
reason. And indeed there was a reason, obedience.
Let's rewind a minute. Thirteen years
ago, while sitting in a Mission's Conference at our home church
Robert and I both felt the Lord telling us “Go”, “Go and do
missions”. And at first we were very excited about it, but as time
went on we never felt lead to any place in particular. Whether that
was disobedience or no call I couldn't tell you. But when God says
“Go!”, he means “Go!”
Summer passed, last fall approached and
I decided that even though my Home-School Mom of Two schedule was
oh-so-crazy, I was going to make every effort to attend our church's
Ladies Bible Study. Something I had avoided for years, and years.
This time the unit was on James, my favorite book in the Bible. How
could I not go? Well, go I did. Changed, I was.
“Hey, I think we should adopt some
kids out of the Foster Care system?”
“Okay, I will call the agency in the
morning.”
Our M.O. was the same, but this time
instead of doing things on our own, we prayed. We enlisted prayer
warriors. We committed to making this journey about spreading The
Good News, not about just growing our family. We were going to
accept that call to “Go!”, and we were going to obey.
So tonight, I await ten toes. Ten toes
that need a home for 3 days. And every minute of those three days, I
pray I may show the love of Christ. That I may spread the Good News.
That I may always obey.
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