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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

God Doesn't focus on our black dots...



These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts.  Impress them on your children.  Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.  Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on the door frames of your houses and on your gates.  Deuteronomy 6:6-9

I have realized adoption journeys are not only intended for us to grow our family, and to bring a child into their forever home, but this journey is also to teach us to become the people the Lord has intended us to be all along.  Amongst the pain and agony of the waiting period for this child, I have promised myself to find the small blessings the Lord has sprinkled in for us, among the many lessons He has planned to teach us along the way.  Our journey has been a bit different from others for reasons only the Lord knows, but today I rest in His assurance and His promises He has so clearly given to us at different times during this process.  I am promising today to remember all the blessings this journey has already brought our family and our sweet baby isn’t even home yet. Tomorrow I might not be this strong, but today, today I remember.
        The latest blessing I remember and focus on today came through a meeting. I believe this meeting was ordained by the Lord just for me.  I have really been struggling with how long this process has taken us when we have seen others seem to sail through effortlessly. 
Lately, I play back every mistake I have ever made and I relived every time I have made a decision in my life that hasn’t glorified the Lord.  I do this in hopes of determining what sin I have committed, that I haven’t apologized for so that I can just make it right and maybe the Lord will speed this process up.  Crazy I know.  I should be further along in my spiritual journey and my relationship with the Lord to know that this IS NOT how my Heavenly Father treats His children.  I needed an ordained meeting to help me remember who I am…a child who is loved by her Heavenly Father regardless of past mistakes and committed sin, because that was all taken care of when Jesus obediently laid down His life on that cross. 
        Last Saturday we had a booth at a local craft fair.  A group of grandparent aged couples walked by admiring the surroundings.  We were under a pavilion and they came to look at what all they would need the following weekend for a Sunday School gathering that would take place in the pavilion we were in. I thought they were there to shop my booth, but what I ended up gaining that day far outweighed any money that they could have given me.  After I invited myself to their Sunday School party the next weekend this sweet gentlemen that resembled my dad, asked me, “young lady do you know Jesus?”  I responded with the typical Baptist answer, “why yes, sir I do.”  He looked at me and as if looking into my soul said, yes, but do you know Him intimately, are you His friend, do you know who He is and what He has done for you.  And every memory I have that has been stained on my heart from my Jesus and my God came flooding into my soul and mind at that moment.  I remember the time I was told I had cancer and during one of many many tests I was so scared and so emotional and unsettled that I couldn’t sit still during the test, that required me to sit still for an entire hour as radioactive material showed if there was any other “spots” in my body.  As I laid on that table scared to death already planning my funeral and leaving instructions for my daughter’s wedding, I felt Jesus take my hand, as if He was sitting right next to me, and whisper in my ear my child it will be okay.  He repeated that to me over the next few months as the waiting unfolded and I realized I would not die, not from cancer and not at that moment anyways.  I remember a time when Anna Lee was so sick and I cried out to Him and as I held my daughter I cried for her sickness, but I also cried for another mother in our community who was losing her son to cancer.  I served a God who not only comforted me that night, but also walked another mother through the death of her beloved son, and He is still walking beside her to this day.  I remember all the times throughout this journey the Lord has spoken and so clearly given us instruction through His word and brought unimaginable peace to our lives and our situations.  I remembered the night my daughter invited Jesus into her heart and with tears of happiness that I also have felt so many times said she would never stop smiling.  These were just a very few of the times God has shown Himself to me, and Jesus has comforted me.  And as I answered that day, why yes sir I do know Him, I know Him intimately, I know He is my want and my need.  I secretly thanked him for reminding me of the God I serve.  As he began to tell me scripture like it was burned on his heart, the Love he had for Jesus shown through his eyes and as he left he looked at me and said I love you child.  Keep walking this walk of Faith and DO NOT give up.  How many times has the Lord known how much we have wanted to give up because it is too tough or too hard? It was as if God had stepped into this man and spoken directly to me, and as this man walked away I realized He had.  He lived in this man’s heart, He lived in his soul, and this man had written His words on his doorpost and His face was radiant because he has spent time with God.  He had tied His words around his neck.  He had tied them as symbols on his hands and he had bound them on his forehead.  It had become his life and he walked it and talked it and now he had given it to me.  I thought the meeting was over.  I thought he was done and had given me what the Lord wanted me to hear.  He was not done.  The Lord was not done.
        Ten minutes later this man walked back over with a piece of notebook paper.  I thought he might be getting our info or something…how silly and selfish of me to think that.  He had a blank sheet of paper with a black dot in the middle.  He asked me, young lady (a term that used to mean I was in trouble but one I now welcome since I am now in my thirties…I will take “young” lady any day!)what do you see.  As I knew this was a trick question I tried to come up with some educated guess like a shrink asking his patient what he was looking at.  However all I could focus on was that little black dot in the middle of the paper.  So, with all the intellect I could muster I told him what I saw…a black dot on a piece of paper.  He said you, like so many others see a paper stained with a little black dot.  You see the ugliness of the black dot.  You DON’T see all the beautiful white writing paper left to fill.  You don’t see the cleanliness of all the white lines still left to be filled with wonderful things that will eventually hide that black dot.  He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said my child that is how the Lord sees you.  He doesn’t see your black dots, he sees the beautiful clean places left to be filled and written on.  He sees all that is left to be done, not focused on the past and your passed mistakes but focuses on what He can do in your future.  As I stood there with tears streaming down my face in the hot sun, in the middle of a craft show, this sweet man of God lifted his hands towards Heaven and prayed for my family and prayed for sweet Lily.  In the middle of the blazing sun, in the middle of my craft booth that I have worked my fingers to the bone to get this baby home, this man gave me more than any money ever could.  He gave me back my hope.  From this God ordained meeting he nourished my soul with prayers to Heaven and the Word of God.  Mister I don’t know your name, and probably never will.  But yes I know Jesus, I know Him intimately and I know I have seen Him in you.  I have looked in His face today as I looked in yours.  I hope when I grow up, and I can be as bold as this man was and pour into others Jesus and just how truly special He really is.

Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.  Romans 8:1   

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