I LOVE Waiting!

Believe or not...the title of this post is not a lie.

I do love waiting...I also hate waiting.

I love this special time we get to spend as a family of three.

I hate that we are not a family of five and that Irelyn does not have siblings to play with.

I love that God is working on their hearts even in Congo...growing them into passionate Jesus followers.

I hate that they are not safe in my arms.

This is just part of what makes me a crazy adopting mama!

 

I go to a very encouraging women's book club called Moms Morning.

We are reading a booked called, "A Mother's Heart" by Jean Fleming.

This week I was reading through chapter five and it spoke straight to my heart.

The chapter focused on mothers like Sarah and Elizabeth...who waited for their children.

 

Each of these women who originally barren.  Culturally, when a woman could not have children she was considered cursed and face public humiliation and ridicule.  These woman experience a very painful...long wait. 

 

Its easy to ask yourself, "why did these women have to suffer?"

"They were women of God...what there a purpose to their difficult wait?"

God had a special plan for these woman and their children.

God had a special purpose for each one of their children and He wanted ALL the glory!

 

One of my favorite portions in the book says this

"God knows that with-holding children often produces a different mentality in a waiting mother or father.  I wonder if Abraham would have laid his son Isaac on the alter if the long wait had not prepared his heart. Would Hannah have given her beloved son Samuel to God's service if he has come much earlier?  Did the wait produce a conviction that Samuel came from God and should live for God's purposes, a conviction she otherwise might not have experienced?

Perhaps another reason God allowed these mothers to endure a long wait was to lay a groundwork of prayer.  They knew that these children were children of purpose and promise, and undoubtedly each one of them way prayed for."

 

God loves us so much that he gives us something in His Word to relate to no matter where we are in life.  These woman so long ago endured very difficult waits.  I am sure their faith wavered.  I bet at times they felt like God had forgotten them.  He had a very special plan for them and their children.

What hope it gives me that right now God is writing the story of my life.  As I follow Him it is becoming a story of love, redemption, and hope.  These mothers stories can give me peace that my Lord knows exactly what he is doing and has a great plan for these precious children He has entrusted to me.