"Up ahead and behind. Sweet, tender cries could be heard throughout. Oh, how my heart ached. No one knew but me, the tears forming and starting to fall. But before anyone took notice, the lights were dimmed, and the worship began. The first song we sang had a line that said, "I just want to be with You," and after I sang it a couple of times, I stopped. I wanted to check my heart before I sang something to sing it. Especially since all I could think about was a baby. And so I asked myself (and the Lord)... Do I just want to be with You?... Do I JUST want to be with You?"
Are you facing obstacles and wondering, maybe even believing, God doesn't want this for you? After all, why would you be running into so many walls and dead ends? If so, this one is for you.
Yesterday, I needed to travel from my small town in Illinois to the big city of Evansville, IN, to visit my mom, who landed herself in the hospital (she's going to be fine). After our visit, as most small-town folks do, I wanted to venture to Target. Ya know, just to see what I could… Continue reading She said, “It’s okay, Mom. One day.”
Dear Waiting for Baby Bird, I come from the world's most fertile family. My Mom has four children, with the last born when she was 36. My Dad has five children, including twins born when my Stepmom was 42 and my Dad 52. My elder sister has two children, my younger sister has two children, and my brother has one. There is no history of infertility on either my or my husband's side. When I was younger, I was not a good Christian and did many things I was not supposed to. I proceeded to find God and dedicate myself to him. So, a question that keeps popping into my mind is, did I bring this on myself due to my previous actions?
On this day for the past seven years, my Dad has had a beautiful rose delivered to my doorstep. It's simply the sweetest gesture because it's his birthday, yet he thinks of me because it's Josiah Day, a different type of day I tend to celebrate. But while this selfless act is the sweetest, I believe the most thoughtful and encouraging aspect of this tradition is this: the flower is always a different color he strategically chooses.