Back in April and May I had been doing a lot of walking (light hiking, really) on our land in a very futile effort to shed some pounds. I hate exercise, mostly because I find it
excruciatingly boring. (There is one kind of exercising I
love -- rollerskating or riding my beach cruiser on the
Hermosa Beach Strand. Alas, getting there would take a bit more gas money than I can afford right now.)
Those two months, I walked. And I walked. And I walked.
Though I ate very carefully and in moderation and was diligent to trudge through roots and weeds and up and down small hills, not one single pound was lost.
It was not wasted time, however.
During those days, I did a whole lot of praying.
As I walked, I prayed for everything under the sun that was on my heart -- my husband, my family, childrens' salvation, that the Lord would grant us another child, for friends, extended family members, Tuscaloosa abortion mill workers and their murderous employer, Christian ministries & their godly leaders, favorite filmmakers and for other culture-changing efforts of people I love.
I also prayed if it would be the Lord's will, that He would allow our family to go to
Atlanta, Georgia July 12-19 to participate in the life-saving efforts of the folks of Operation Save America.
Their annual event took place last year here in Birmingham and for various reasons, we weren't able to be involved at all. Now here they were again, due to be not very far from our home.
They were going to be working to shine the light of Christ and save souls and lives of children threatened by abortion right there at some of the old abortion mills I used to rescue at nearly twenty years ago.
Our older children are learning more about the battle for mothers' hearts and their babies' precious lives and I wanted very much to be able to get those older children more actively involved in the fight, as well as teach them about a significant part of their parents' personal histories at some of those locations around Atlanta. Atlanta is where I met their father, who was also involved in the pro-life battle with his own parents. To try to get to Atlanta and participate in the OSA events and teach our children about some of these locations and events in our lives was a very meaningful and worthy desire to me.
Daily I earnestly prayed, "Lord, if it would be your will, would you please make a way for us to go to Atlanta?"
Yet while I prayed, I remembered full well one of my favorite life verses:
Many are the plans in a man's heart but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails.
~ Proverbs 19:21
I held on to my intense desire loosely, knowing the path of my life is not up to me. As Christians, our lives are not our own. They belong to the Lord and He determines our steps. We go or we stay, as He gently instructs.
As the weeks wore on, I sensed from Jay's godly leadership of our family that it did not look favorable for us to go to Atlanta. I accepted this as from the Lord and, by God's grace, allowed my heart to embrace Jay's decision.
Eventually, we were blessed to find out some
wonderful news... The Creator and Giver of Life had blessed us with another child!
Praise the Lord!
Ah, yes... Now it seemed we understood at least part of the reason why it would not be in the Lord's plans for us to go to Atlanta! -- I would be right in the thick of some very trying first-trimester challenges. In pregnancies past, my fatigue has been so extreme our family has had to go into complete "survival" mode. I'd like to think I could be in Atlanta, being a strong sidewalk counselor-pilgrim, trying to save babies even while being utterly without energy and feeling awful, but the reality is that during weeks 5-12 of my pregnancies I am an absolute
mess physically and hormonally.
However, last Thursday...
Last Thursday...
Last Thursday morning, as I left my OB's office with tears blurring my vision, I began to understand a bit more clearly why the Lord did not allow our family to go to Atlanta this week in July.
He knew.
Back during my daily walks, praying passionately as I made myself keep trudging, my merciful Father in Heaven knew I would need to stay close to home as we worked our way through the miscarriage process.
The Lord is here with us, as we whisper a gradual goodbye to our beloved, beautiful baby.
God knew.And His plans for His children are absolutely perfect. Jay and I rest in His mercy, which endureth forever. Our Redeemer lives.
Lord God, thank you for our dear child you gave us for a short time. We loved our little girl or boy before we even realized You'd placed its life within. We loved our dear child and always will. But all of our children are Yours, Lord. And we trust You to do what's best. Thank you for that tiny gift we did not deserve.And Lord? We ask that lives would be saved this week in Atlanta. Please bring the lost to you. Please remove veils of deception. Please free the captives. Please protect, assist and grant victory to those who have gone to rescue the weak, the needy, the voiceless and the fatherless. Please help mothers to see the Truth.
Please save the little ones.
As always, may His will be done.