Sunday at church, God sent a message through the pastor that I needed to hear. The message was from the first chapter in the book of Nehemiah.
Nehemiah prayed. He prayed that God would be attentive and hear his prayer. He prayed and confessed his sins. He acknowledged his wrongdoings. He asked for a miracle.
The pastor was talking about a new building project that the church is about to start. He talked about his fear. He talked about the fear of taking on such a big project. That comforted me.
I felt comforted because I have had fear over turning in our adoption application. I have felt guilty because I had fear.
We see no way that we will get approved to adopt. We see no way that we can afford to adopt. We see obstacles. We have doubt.
The pastor was talking about miracles that God can perform. He said "I don't want to get to heaven and have God show me a room that is full and when I ask him what it is, have Him tell me that those are all the miracles He wanted to give me that I didn't ask for."
I am asking for a miracle. I am asking for a son.
We completed our paperwork and mailed it this weekend. We are now waiting. We are praying. We are praying that this precious little boy will become part of our family. We are praying for a miracle.