A Christmas Prayer for Adoption

Friends and Family, will you join us in prayer for our adoption? We have a significant meeting regarding our adoption today at 1:30pm MST, for which we are asking for wisdom, strength, and a holy perspective of the coming months.

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This Sunday, our pastor preached on the day Mary received the news of her baby, the Savior of the world. She did not question the power of God. She did not question the promise of a Son. But she did question the process… “how can this be, since…”

I can relate to Mary today. Our life is a big jumble of God power and promise, without a hint of HOW the process will work out.

However confused, unsure, or afraid Mary was, her final statement defines her: “I am the bonds lave of the Lord. May it be done to me, according to your word.” (Luke 1:38)

My prayer today is that I, like Mary, would be submissive to the God who is so much bigger than I. That my final word would be “I trust you.” After all, He can see the end of this road, and how all things will work together for His glory and our good (Romans 8).

If I were to sit outside of myself, this is how I would pray for the woman in my shoes:

Lord, You are good. Remind Becky of that truth. Thank you for each blessing you rain down on the Rostys.

Help Becky to submit to your call on her life, even when it doesn’t feel logical. Give her foresight to see how you are making everything beautiful in your perfect timing. Provide strength–physically, mentally, and emotionally–to stand firm on your truth, unwavering at the slightest hint of anxiety or negative thinking. Like Elizabeth’s words to Mary, I praise you Lord, for “blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what had been spoken to her by the Lord.”

Even as I write, my thoughts are drifting to our world-traveler today. I don’t know when we will get to meet him or her; but for today, I choose to rest and be still. My God has the whole world, including our child, in His hands.

Thank you for your prayers!

 

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