So I kinda did something behind my husband back. He may kill me.
I had prayed that God might use me greatly for his kingdom, and to use me how he sees fit.
I’ve already been working with the homeless for a while now, but today I heard God tell me, “That’s easy.”
You know what? He’s right. Anyone could help the homeless. It’s not that much of a sacrifice. Buy an extra few cases of water a week. Cut some bags up that other people have donated, to make into mats. How is crocheting sleeping mats and beanie hats any real sacrifice? I love to crochet.
No, I feel God calling me to do something else and honestly I’m scared to death. I know whatever it is, it’s going to stretch me, push me, and nearly send me over the edge.
I LIVE FOR THAT KIND OF STUFF!
I’ve been following Jesus for too long to accept an “easy” mission like homelessness. Or I should say, how I serve the homeless, is easy. I should be dedicating my time to something that is harder and more challenging to me.
Something that requires me to GROW my faith.
I believe working with children; homeless children, may be it.
Me, the one who never wanted kids. Never desired to be a mom. The one who is still raising five of her six kids.
Oh this is not going to go well, I can assure you. My husband and kids are going to freak out!
Today, I spent three and a half hours sitting next to a room, listening to an infant go through what I think were withdraws, and her nurses talking about lowering which drug, over the next couple of days.
It hurt for her to eat. It hurt for her to lay down. The only time she stopped crying was when someone held her, and even then she wasn’t happy.
It hurt my heart. It broke my soul.
After an agonizing feeding that lasted forever, the baby girl threw up. From the sound of it, it was everywhere. Her nurse remained calmed. She spoke gently to her. I was impressed.
It was during her bath, when an alarm when off outside the infants room.
“Oh no.” I heard the nurse panic for the first time. After a few minutes, she called out to me. She asked if I could help her.
Not knowing exactly what to say, or what to do, but knowing I wasn’t going to say no, I got up and entered her room.
“Would you mind just standing here to make sure she doesn’t fall out of the tub?”
I immediately thought, oh this could be bad. If something happens to this baby it would be bad for me, it would be bad for the nurse, and it would be bad for this baby.
Her nurse wasn’t gone long, but it was much longer than what I was anticipating.
I stood about a foot away from the tub. My eyes glued to her as she and the tub faced away from me; too afraid to touch her. I already knew I wasn’t suppose to be there. I could see her little pink arms and legs move as she kicked the water. The top of her head and eyes were covered by a wash cloth.
She was so little. She was so full of life. And she was so alone. God, where is her mother?
I thought to myself, this isn’t easy.
It bothered me I would be leaving soon. It bothered me I would soon escape this child’s pain, and she wouldn’t. It bothered me that I was going to do it anyway.
Recently, I was invited to participate in a 40 day devotional prayer challenge. Yesterday was day one.
Today I read, “Every act of obedience, no matter how small, makes our heavenly Father proud. Every act of faith — even a faith as small as a mustard seed — puts a smile on His face. Every sacrifice, no matter how insignificant it may seem to us, makes a difference.” – Draw the Circle: The 40 Day Prayer Challenge
So I ask God to use me. I asked him to show me where he wants me. Then I find myself in this situation today.
After the nurse returned I went back to my chair asking God if there was something I was suppose to do.
For today, I was just suppose to sit there and listen; to listen and become aware.
What am I suppose to do now? I don’t know. I told my husband about my day. He flat out told me we were NOT going to adopt this baby.
Well of course not THIS baby, but I don’t know. There was a reason I was were I was today.
He tells me, “You’re just thinking about Delilah.”
“Delilah, who called into the radio station earlier this week to nominate her mother who raised 10 kids and fostered five of them.”
“OH MY GOSH! HE’S WORKING IN YOUR HEART TOO!”
“No he’s not! This is your crazy idea, not mine.”
“But I completely forgot about Delilah.”
In James 1:27 it says, “Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you.”
After today, I feel he may be calling me in this direction. I don’t know, but whatever it is I know it’s going to grab me with both hands and take me and my whole family with it. And where it goes, grows closer to Him. I can feel it!