Monthly Archives: September 2013

Open Letter to Momma’s waiting to Adopt

This post was originally published in 2012.

I recently read a blog post by a woman who is in the process of adopting. Her words were heartfelt and beautiful. She and her husband wrestled with the waiting process, the longing for their child. It could be years of waiting.


Like many waiting to adopt, this woman expressed her concern for the child, who is also waiting:

Who’s taking care of them?

Who’s making sure they are fed?

Is anyone reading them books?

Who’s tucking them in at night?

A flood of emotion hit me as I realized that, although they may be lacking the normal life that you and I know, they are still loved by Him. He knows their name.

Her trust in the Lord touched me deeply. Read her story here.
I LOVE that I can respond to this woman with the assurance she is absolutely RIGHT!

Dear Mommies and Daddies waiting for your precious child to come home,

I want to encourage you. Each orphan waiting for a forever home is so deeply loved by their Father in Heaven. And He loves them in such a tangible way… He even occasionally gives us the honor of being His hands and feet.

How do I know first hand?

In the summer of 2012, the Lord called me to a first hand experience as His tangible love for orphaned babies in Johannesburg, South Africa. So, although I may not have held your future child, I did hold someone’s baby, and was so blessed to be a steward of such a precious gift. It was only a month, but I am happy to announce to all patient parents on the adoption waiting list:

Yes, someone made sure your baby was fed… I did. Actually, I gladly welcomed slobbery orange baby-food spit in my face in order to keep your baby nourished. I prayed for him to swallow each bite, even when his tonsils were swollen and he struggled to breathe and eat.

It wasn’t just me. Several beautiful young women, a couple of great guys, and an amazing local team with warm hearts clocked-in to love your baby day-in and day-out with a smile.

We read books to your daughter. No, we didn’t just read stories to her, we created stories about her, how she would ride the great seas as a strong sea captain, or fight off evil lobsters with her trusty first mate.

Did I tuck in your baby at night? Of course. I snuggled him in a cozy set of footsie pajamas, the kind with the bear ears on the hood; then I tickled his tummy, sang him and lullaby, and prayed for God to bring him to salvation through faith at an early age.

Not only that, but we danced. We crawled together. We giggled and played. We took pictures. We got thrown up on. We cried. We still cry.

But we were thinking of you the entire time. Your little boy and I exchanged glances now and again, knowing this was only a temporary blessing. Someday the wait would be over and he would meet you: his mom and dad. The ones waiting on the other side of the world.

Your little one left his fingerprints all over my heart. God knows when you will hold her, when you will rock him to sleep, when you will get thrown up on; but until then, we who live as the Hands and Feet of Jesus are truly blessed to give temporary snuggles.

Those snuggles will last a lifetime in my memory.

Yours (and your child’s) truly,

Becky Rosty

*Photo features my dear friend, Andy, who offered just as much love for your soon-to-be son or daughter. We never stop praying for them.

The Quest to Rise Early

Anyone else having a hard time waking up these fine Autumn mornings? The daylight is shy these days.

I need help from my readers! If I am ever going to embrace a Fantastic Morning Routine, I am going to have to wake up (and get up) with more gumption than I have.

Please send me your tips for waking up well!

Why do I desperately crave to wake up earlier?

  • Because those early hours provide room to be quiet.
  • Because in the stillness, truth is finally louder than demands.
  • Because meeting with God shapes my day. I want to wake up with this perspective: He has met all my needs and will walk me through.
  • Because “Breakfast with Jesus” reminds me that it is finished.
  • Because when I miss it, I spend my day searching for something to satisfy, be it food, attention, or even a sense of accomplishment.


I may not be proud of my sluggish start this morning, but I will remain satisfied in The Lord today. He is all I seek, and I have found my hearts desire.

It is 9AM already, and I have more on my to-do list than a late morning start can work with. In theory, my satisfied soul can go back to bed now… but there is still a day to be lived! Thankfully I can live it from a place of fulfillment in Christ.

Perhaps tomorrow I can meet with Jesus a few minutes earlier.


Thanks for posting your tips below! Ill try them out and let you know how the Quest to Rise Early works out over the next few weeks.

In Faith,













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Fear Factor Friday: Observing the Selah

Fear is a factor present in our world today.

I am committed to knowing, both in mind and heart, God’s perspective on fear. Keep a look out for “Fear-Factor Fridays,” where I will share my discoveries on the subject.

For today, rest with me in this:


I LOVE that God mandates a Selah*, or an “interlude.” This word means to “pause and reflect.”

Musically, we might view it as a signal for a instrumental “solo.” But I think “Selah” is also a call to meditation: “every day, God carries you in His arms, now just stop and think about that for a while.”

In a world where nothing seems certain, I need that reminder. From my kitchen countertop to the global community, chaos seems to be hanging in the air. I feel precarious about our living situation, our income, my potential as a writer, my potential to be a mother someday. Short of my relationship with God and my relationship with Shane, it is all unclear.

So settles in the fear.

And I want to tackle that fear. Take it captive. Tell it to go away. Rebuke the attitude, the spirit of insecurity. Ask God for a change of heart. After all, I know that, ultimately, I should be trusting in my almighty God, not unstable things, to be my security.

But that nerve-racking stirring in the pit of my stomach doesn’t go away.

In my desperation to take action, I often rush to the next step: “… ok God, thanks for carrying me, now lets get down to business, to defeat the huns, I mean, the fear.”

Instead, I need to pause–relishing in the fact that I am the daughter of a God who loves me and CARRIES me through:

Maybe victory doesn’t always mean defeating the antithesis. Sometimes victory looks like rising above the whole situation, carried in God’s arms.

That deserves Selah. When I rest in this truth, when I “insert an interlude” into my busy mind, and action-oriented heart, I find peace.

I am praying the same for you today.

In faith,


P.S. I want to hear from you!

Resting in God’s truth isn’t easy. Let’s brainstorm some ideas on what that looks like!

How do you observe the act of “Selah”, to relish in the truth of God’s love? 

*I am so blessed to have a beautiful niece whose name is Selah. She is a beautiful and constant reminder in my life to pause and meditate on the truths of God… even if she is a little ball of energy most of the time.