Noah

October 4, 2010 § 3 Comments

Noah's sacrifice

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Call me crazy. You may already think that I am.  A few weeks ago God laid something on my heart.

Pray for Noah.

I know several Noah’s. I have a nephew Noah, a friend’s child is Noah, there is a baby named Noah at church. I can’t tell you why I am praying for Noah, but God does.

Is Noah the name of a child my husband and I will adopt some day?

Does one of the Noah’s I know need prayer for something?

Is this how God is going to fill my longing, through praying for Noah?

I don’t know. It seems strange and wonderful. Amazing and well, weird. Oh, but I know God. He is up to something. I may never know this side of heaven why I am praying for Noah. I just know I am to pray for Noah. Ephesians 6:18 says, “And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.”

Who are you praying for?

Heavenly Father, Your ways are beyond my ways. I do not understand this call to pray for Noah. What I do understand is that You are God. So I pray Lord, be with Noah. Whoever Noah is, wherever he is work in his life. Lord, I lift him to You. Thank You for loving the children, for working every detail in life out for Your glory and honor. I pray these things in Jesus’ name. Amen.

What to do with Longings

September 13, 2010 § 2 Comments

As I sat in church one Sunday I was distracted. There was a precious child sitting behind me with his grandparents. He was cooing, drinking a bottle, smiling, and laughing. I smiled and a tear developed in my eye as my heart constricted. I wondered how any of us make it through Sunday morning at church. There are always children. Children of every age and yet it is the babies, still bald and chubby, learning to pull up, cooing, and laughing out loud in great delight, that tear at my heart. I smile at their parents, but my throat tightens. I can hardly breathe. Father I say in my head, please remember me. Oh how I long to hold one of those, one who is mine, no matter the color, or sex. Just a baby that is mine. I manage to hold it together, but it is a battle throughout the service. I am blessed that I get to hug the children I do have after service, but I am also saddened as I walk past the baby rooms.

How do we do this thing? How do we live a life of longing? I am praying that every time I long for a child it drives me closer to God. It hurts, I do not understand, but I pray it drives me closer to Him. As I come closer to Him, I pray I let Him heal the other things in my life. My life isn’t perfect, I don’t have it all together nor do I do it all right. I mess up. In fact I mess up a lot. I am thankful for a forgiving God. I am also thankful that He will not finish perfecting me until He takes me from this world. So as I long, I pray I draw close to Him.

How do you handle the longing? What are ways that you make it through church or baby showers? Let me know so we can encourage each other.

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