Blog Reading

Tonight I've been online reading some blogs about adoption. Yes, there are other people over the age of 40 who have heard the cries of the orphan and responded. We are not alone!

I've seen families of twelve, ten, eight, and on... I've seen families with many nationalities under one roof. I've seen blended families and it's all been beautiful.

Reid and I were talking at dinner this evening about everything God is currently stirring in our hearts. (It's overwhelming!!) We were reflecting on adoption, missions, and so much more... Eternity is our focus. God is speaking - "Teach us to number our days" (Psalm 90:12) for the time is short. Reid declared, "Our life is really our official short term mission trip!" (For those of you who have always wanted to go on a short term mission trip, realize you are currently on one!) Yes, my friends, it's true.

My question for myself is, "Am I living my life as if I'm on a mission trip? Am I living on mission?"

This week, I've felt honored to be a vessel of God in situations I didn't anticipate or expect. These moments came because I was willing to yield my life over to his plan. God was on the move! I felt His hand all over everything for about three hours on Friday. Praying with two complete strangers highlighted the afternoon. I'd expected to be praying with a homeless girl who jumped off the Henley Bridge to end her life on Wednesday, and instead God had me praying with a father in the waiting room and his son in his hospital room. Me, Lord? Yes, you, Robin!

On Sunday, I went to Water Angels (the homeless ministry where we are involved). The girl I'd planned to pray with on Friday sauntered into the parking lot as I arrived. Being ten minutes late was part of God's plan! Handing her the card I'd written for her at the hospital, I was overwhelmed with a sense of love for this homeless, scarred, abandoned child of God.

After the service, again God allowed me the opportunity to be His minister of hope. This same desperate girl kept trying to hold onto my arms as I was praying for her. Her hands kept sliding off, and I visualized the battle going on for her mind. She is trying to hold onto Jesus, but her hands will not cling. Friends, please pray for J if you can. She greatly needs prayer. I believe God has plans for her life, but she does need people fighting for her before the throne. Being in the midst of the helpless, hurting, homeless, and poor in this city makes me mourn for the sinful state of this world.

One of the blogs I read tonight contained this quote in the header...ponder it...

"Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, orphans, & all of the injustices in the world when He could do something about it ... BUT I'm afraid He might ask me the same question ..." -Anonymous