We’ve had a bit of a drama going on in the middle of the night. My daughter-in-law is on her way here to Colorado from Florida to live while my son is in Korea for a year. Air Force.
Actually, the drama started days earlier, but in lieu of reliving the stress, suffice it to say, moving is not for the faint of heart, or the pregnant, or the husband-less. Poor Angela has been through things that would make a trucker weep. But she’s a trooper, and a shining example of survival. Speaking of reality TV, (we weren’t but I’m too tired to think of a good segue,) if the producers of Survivor were to take six men and six pregnant women and place them in the middle of Baton Rouge, LA at 1:00 a.m., with a toddler, a three-year-old, and a couple of pets, and the three-year-old suddenly complains of a tummy ache, breaks out in drought-busting sweat, and actually asks to be taken to the doctor…I’ll bet the six pregnant women would win! It amazes me the fortitude and protective instinct that has kicked in. Every time she says she’s had it, she goes one more mile, hits another road block, (the tummy-ache was the latest in a long string of mishaps since Angela closed her house a few days ago—it was a bladder infection and took a trip to the ER in a strange city, in the middle of the night, with a drug bust going on inches from her motel door…see what I mean?) and then presses on. Amazing! Hey, if they took three couples of men and three couples of pregnant women and put them on The Amazing Race…
Anyway, to get on with the point of this blog—after the call at 2:15 this morning, whatever evil forces were at work to keep Angela from driving thousands of miles hit me in the doubt department. We’ve been praying this little family makes it safely, no mishaps, smooth sailing for days. So why—WHY—were these things still happening? I belong to an awesome prayer loop through my writing organization ACFW, so I e-mailed the request to heal little Sophia and to break the stronghold beating this family up at every turn. This was at 2:30 a.m. Obviously, no one was up at that time of the morning, but it felt good just to get it down. As people woke up and started their day, I began to get responses and words of encouragement. Then, my friend Margie wrote saying she knew something was wrong when she awoke and God had impressed on her to lift up Angela and the girls. The following is my response to her:
What a rush in my spirit when I read your post. Last night before going to bed I asked God why these things are happening, even though we're praying. Well, first of all He had to bring up Job to me. I know, Lord. Praying isn't a good luck charm, but an avenue that we can stay close to You in the midst of the storm. There are times when, like Job, we have to "choose" to bless His name, even when we don't feel like it. Then He told me that He wouldn't have prompted people to pray if He weren't in total control. He knows the plans He has for Angela, and they are plans for good, not evil. There's a scripture verse in there, but I'm too tired to find it.
So, all that mini-sermon to say, thank you for being obedient and praying. I think I'm going to copy this over to my blog. Somebody else might need to hear it. Hmm.
So, I did. That verse, BTW, is Jeremiah 29:11. Margie furnished that, too.
Angie’s journey is not finished. She isn’t even out of Louisiana, yet. So if anyone is reading this, please lift her up. I know it’s been the prayers of the saints that has gotten her this far.
I think we need to come up with a new reality series. Surviving the Race with an Amazing God. Hey CBS, you listening?