A Weekend of Blessings!

Since we have decided to become foster parents, our weekends have been filled with classes and other things all centered on completing this process and being ready to welcome a child into our home.

The first Friday of each month our church offers First Friday services.  We have attempted to attend in the past and have always seemed to have something conflicting with us going.  We were excited to attend service.  The guest speaker was teaching on the five types of ministry and having a calling within the ministry.  This was something we had prayed for several months ago and were excited to learn more.  What was interesting was that God confirmed in my heart what I already knew I had been called too months earlier.  The confirmation came in knowing we were where we belong in becoming involved in our orphan’s ministry.

On Saturday we completed our first aid, CPR and AED training and are now officially certified in those areas.  It was nice to be able to take the class with my husband and learn the changes in CPR.  We were both (separately) trained years ago under the old model.  As we completed the course, I prayed we never needed to use this, but feel better knowing we can do something if needed!  Once we completed our classes and enjoyed our dinner, it was back out to the church for a special service!

Usually, the first Saturday of each month, we go with our Inner-City ministry to serve the homeless downtown and my dad goes with us.  Actually he is the reason we started serving.  No matter when we go, life always seems to get put into perspective when we serve those in need.  This Saturday would be different.  My dad went downtown and my husband and I felt led to attend this special service.  In the beginning they prayed for those in need of a healing miracle.  I cried and prayed for those that stepped out in faith and went to the alter and found myself thanking God for the two miracles in our own family!  The service went on and one of our pastors preached on revival and we were blessed by his message.  At the end of the service, they had special prayer for couples having fertility issues and those wishing to adopt.

My husband and I knew this would happen and so we stepped forward.  We had tried to have a child on our own, and though our fertility is undetermined at this point, we do struggle with it in very deep and real way.  I find that it is not something that people easily talk about and we have chosen to remain very private about it.  Our pastor wanted to know specifically why everyone was at the alter without embarrassing or making everyone feel uncomfortable.  He also knows that we are in the process of becoming foster parents.  A woman at the other end of the line said that she desired to adopt.  I felt led to tell our pastor that we were there because we desired both.  My husband and I do desire biological children as well as adopted children and I have to say that both desires are equally as strong.  I have never believed that a child has to be birthed by you to be your own and believe that we are receptive to how God chooses to build our family.  We know we will find joy in whatever He chooses to bless us with… after all, children are a blessing and a heritage of the Lord!  My husband and I also found it a blessing that my dad returned in time for him to come to the alter and support us in prayer!  We felt so blessed and know that he felt our pain as he prayed over our lives… there is power in a parent’s prayer and we thank God every day for praying parents!

Our weekend rounded out with our usual Sunday morning service, lunch with the family (not without my drama of leaving my iPad at church – LOL) and then home to work around the house.  I took a nap while my husband mowed the lawn, then we finished a few projects together.

All in all, it was a weekend of blessings and we are humbled by God and His presence in our lives.  We know he is in control and his plan is perfect…

Psalm 127:3-5

Children are a heritage from the Lord,
offspring a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are children born in one’s youth.
Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their opponents in court.


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