Miracles Still Happen

We have a little miracle in our family.  I haven't blogged in a while but those of you who know me and/or are friends with me on Facebook have been following the saga of little Adelaide, my granddaughter who was born on September 8th.  She was born with a congenital heart defect and underwent open heart surgery when she was 13 days old.  Technically the surgery was successful, though she didn't respond the way they hoped she would, and they were unable to get her off the respirator for more than a few minutes at a time.

As a last resort, the doctors recommended that she be listed for a heart transplant.  When my son called to tell  me this news, I was filled with a sense of dread and fear.  I hung up the phone and got down on my knees, once again begging God to save this precious little girl - begging Him not to take her from us.

A heart transplant is the preferred treatment for the condition Adelaide had.  It's almost never the first choice, because infant hearts are so rare.

So once again we had to learn to trust God and leave her in His capable hands.

After only 5 days of waiting, we received word that they had a donor.  The call came at 7:00 p.m., the surgeons personally flew to where the heart was to inspect and approve it, and by midnight she was in surgery.  By morning she was sleeping peacefully with her new heart tucked inside of her.  The doctors marveled at how perfect a match this heart was in terms of size and shape.  I'm not surprised, because I know that God provided it for her.

Here is Adelaide before her first surgery:

Here she is waiting for her transplant, unaware of what was about to happen:

And here she is a mere 4 days after her miracle:

She's an entirely different baby!  I wish we could meet the gracious family who, as they grieved the worst possible loss, were generous and kind enough to provide life for someone else.  I pray for them daily and hope that God will grant them peace and comfort and the sense that their baby's tragic loss was not without some purpose.  And as I pray for them, I pray too for Adelaide.  I know that God has big plans for this little peanut. 

After the surgery, my son called me and said, "My daughter doesn't have Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome, any more."  No, she doesn't.  God healed her.  He used doctors and a donor family and He healed her of a disease that would likely have cut her life short.  She will have to be on anti-rejection drugs for the rest of her life and her immune system will be slightly compromised, but her prognosis is far better than it would have been with the three surgery process she would have had to endure without the transplant.  Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

A Point of Grace song has been swirling around in my head for some time now.  How often do we look for God at church on Sunday without ever expecting to see Him anywhere else?  Well, we wouldn't admit that, of course.  And we see Him in the sunrise and in the beautiful changing colors of fall.  But do we see His hand in all that is around us?  This song has a new meaning for me now.  Especially that one single line ... "Anywhere a heart beats" ...



Any Way

Setting out, what a child, my steps ahead of my mind
Not a doubt, 'til You knocked me off my paradigm
Simple me, only trying to see You in the stained glass
I walked right past the unexpected

Anyway You wanna show me
All Your glory
Anywhere You choose to speak
Tell Your story

In the low or lofty places
Strangers faces
Anywhere
Any way

Doubt that I would have found You there in Bethlehem
No surprise, You changed the world through fishermen
Good to know You would go so far to finally get through
That's just like You, and so unlike me

Anyway You wanna show me
All Your glory
Anywhere You choose to speak
Tell Your story

In the low or lofty places
Strangers faces
Anywhere
Any way

In the alley, on the rooftop
At the end of a rocky road, You don't stop
On a mountain, in a rainstorm
In the eyes of a mother with her newborn

In the back pew, at the altar
At the well where You gave the woman water
In the chaos, in the holy
In the darkness, anywhere a heart beats
Anywhere a heart beats
Anyway You wanna show me
All Your glory
Anywhere You choose to speak
Tell Your story

In the low or lofty places
Strangers faces
Anywhere
Any way

Anyway You wanna show me
All Your glory
Anywhere You choose to speak
Tell Your story

In the low or lofty places
Strangers faces
Anywhere
Any way



Yes, Lord, ANY way you want to show me, I'm watching now.  Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.  There are not enough words in the English language to express our gratitude to God, to the donor family, to our friends and family and the many, many people we don't know from all over the world who have been praying for Adelaide for 2 months now.  We are SO GRATEFUL! 



Little Daddy's Girl.  Is that love in her eyes?





Prayer Changes Things ... Prayer Changes She Who Prays!

I've always heard it said that prayer changes things but I've always believed that what prayer really changes is the person who's praying.  That point was driven home to me this week in brilliant color.

I've blogged already about my precious little granddaughter, who remains in critical condition after having surgery on her little heart last week.  And I've blogged a little about the challenges that come from being out of work and from looking for work when you're over 50, and the toll this economy has taken on our family. 

I've blogged that I seem to be having a crisis of faith and that sometimes it just seems as if my prayers are going unanswered.  I know in my head that they're not, but in my heart I just don't feel like things are changing for the better.

I guess I would say that I'm coming to terms with the fact that our lifestyle may be changing drastically and I'm learning to be content in any and all situations.  And I have entrusted my tiny granddaughter to my God, a God I firmly believe still works miracles.  But how often do we pray without having any vision as to what God can really do?

My friend has been sending me short devotionals she is writing that outline the miracles she has seen in her years as a career missionary.  They are all wonderful and I have asked her for permission to share some of them in my blog.  She said as long as I don't name names, she's fine with it.  

Hidden in the Shadow of the Almighty

 

The trip should have been short and simple: go to the university and rehearse music with a few students in preparation for recording. But I was not in the U.S.A., and in some countries the concept of “simple” is elusive. This trip was no exception—first of all because my motorbike wouldn’t start, and I had to take the mission’s pick-up.

Then there was a minor point: the university students were rebelling against the government and had burned several police cars. And, we were “blessed” to be living halfway between the police station and the campus. Not far into my five mile journey I encountered a road block and police check.

“Show me the registration for this vehicle.”

 

“Well, I’m borrowing this from the mission; my motorbike died. Let me check the glove box.” Of course, there were NO registration papers in the vehicle. So a couple officers who were watching the whole ordeal began shouting, “Arrest her!” “Arrest her!”

I thought I would die; my heart began to race as I began imagining myself in a third world jail. “I can return to the office and bring the papers to you,” I volunteered. He shook his head in the negative and motioned me on.

Continuing on to the campus, I let my thoughts start to simmer as I remembered that my husband had purchased the vehicle for the mission and didn’t put the registration in it. Now what?  How will I get home? There is only ONE route.

Arriving at the campus I phoned my husband, asking him to bring the registration to the university. “Oh, I don’t think we ever got it,” was his nonchalant reply.

“Great! Then come and get me at five o’clock.”

“We can’t leave the vehicle there; it will get stripped, and the police will be kinder to you than they would a man.”  

Did he REALLY believe that? Women here can’t even vote!

My mind was NOT on the rehearsal; it was all on dealing with the police checkpoint on the way home, with more traffic, and with the second shift of policemen manning the checkpoint. One of the students requested a ride home. I told him I couldn’t take him as there was no place in the truck to hide “potential subversives.” I told him if he could somehow get around the checkpoint on foot, I would pick him up on the other side and deliver him to his home. He realized the predicament and said not to worry.

Shaking, I got into the truck. As I approached the blockade I could see, not three officers on each side, but four. They were stopping two vehicles at a time in each direction. “Oh God, I sighed, please, please, just help me not to cry.” My pulse was nearing 150. The two cars ahead of me completed their checks as I rolled down my window and eased into place for my turn. “PLEASE, GOD, DON’T LET ME CRY!”

The front two of the four officers looked to their left—way ahead of me; the other two looked to the right motioning to the cars behind me. I almost came to a complete stop—waiting for an outstretched hand to bring me to a halt. IT DIDN’T HAPPEN. I continued, slowly passing all four officers. NOT ONE PAIR OF EYES MADE CONTACT WITH ME OR MY VEHICLE! I WAS INVISIBLE—TOTALLY HIDDEN IN THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY.

I accelerated slowly continuing home, and, of course, I CRIED!

How many times do I pray that God will help me not to cry when what He really wants is to deliver me from whatever situation I have found myself in, but I have too little faith to even know what to ask for?  I think I'm going to change my prayer strategy and start praying that God will just decide what's best for me and then give Him permission to do just that!  Care to join me?

Lessons from Mom ...

I learned a lot of things from my mom.  I learned how to make perfect lump-free gravy every single time, and how to make the best cream sauce you'll ever taste.  I learned how to set a table and how to properly make a bed.  I learned that it's not enough to vacuum around the furniture, you have to move it and vacuum under it or your house won't really be clean.  I learned how to sew and play the piano and take care of babies ...

Quite possibly the most important lessons my mother ever taught me she taught not with words but by living out her beliefs every single day of her life.  One of these lessons was that it makes absolutely no sense to worry about something over which you have no control.  I once watched in horror as my mother calmly commanded us to stand back while she grabbed pot holders and carried a flaming casserole from the oven to the sink.  I would come home from school occasionally and find her at the kitchen table just calmly and patiently waiting for someone to come home and call an ambulance because her arm had come out of the socket and she couldn't get it back in by herself.  I don't believe I ever saw any evidence that my mother ever worried about anything.  Her trust in God was not something any of us took for granted.  We knew she trusted Him for everything in her life.

I have always prided myself on being just like her in that regard.  I'm an eternal optimist.  I'm the cheerleader when others are stewing about whether it will rain, whether they'll be on time to an appointment, whether the stock market will crash, etc. etc...

So the past month or so has left me feeling perplexed because I find myself in a constant state of worry.  I worry that no one will ever want to hire me because I'm over 50 years old.  I worry that we will lose our house because we can't afford the mortgage.  

This past week brought worry to a whole new level for me.  My brand new baby granddaughter was just perfect for four whole days and we passed her around and held her and she never fussed or complained no matter who's arms she found herself in.  She is the most beautiful little thing you've ever seen.  But overnight last Sunday her mom had a pain in her leg and happened to mention it to the nurse.  Since Adelaide was born by c-section, they decided to get an ultra sound just to make sure it wasn't a blood clot, and asked daddy if he would like to go with her to radiology.  He said he would, and that Adelaide would be fine in the nursery while they were gone.

It turned out that there was nothing wrong with Dawn's leg and by the time they got around to the ultra sound, the pain was gone.  However, while Adelaide was in the nursery, a nurse came on duty who had seen her the previous day and notice her color was a little off.  She immediately sounded an alarm and the head of the NICU happened to be on the floor and was at her side within 30 seconds.

Adelaide was born with a congenital heart defect called Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome.  In layman's terms, the left side of her heart (the side that pumps blood to the pulmonary arteries to be oxygenated) is under developed and doesn't work properly.  She needs life-saving surgery as soon as possible.

Later that day - on what would have been the day they took her home - she was transferred to Children's Memorial hospital where she remains today, waiting to have the first of what will be a series of 3 operations to build her a working heart.  The first was supposed to take place last Friday but she developed a staph infection, which is now being treated with IV antibiotics and if all goes well, it is now tentatively scheduled for this Wednesday.

To say I am worried about Adelaide is a gross understatement.  Yes, I know she's in God's hands.  Yes, I know that He loans us our children for a short time and will take them when He wants them back.  I know all that in my head, but in my heart I cry out "Abba, Father" and beg Him not to take this precious little one away from us.

Church was emotional this morning, not only because the pastor prayed for her and for her parents and Peter and me, but it seemed like every bit of worship tugged at my heart strings.

The prelude was Great is Thy Faithfulness, which brings me back around to my mom.  In 1999, my parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary and like all good children do, we threw them a party.  My parents asked me to sing at the party and they wanted me to sing Great is Thy Faithfulness because it was the theme of their marriage.  Every step of the way, God had been faithful to them.  Two years later my mom went home to be with her Savior and my dad asked me to sing it again at her funeral.  To this day I can no longer sing Great is Thy Faithfulness without getting just a little teary, and this morning I thought not only of my mom, but also of Adelaide.

The special music was In Christ Alone.  I have always loved that song but this morning I was particularly moved by the phrase "From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny ..."

I guess you could say I'm having a bit of a crisis of faith.  I'm having so much trouble trusting God with little Adelaide and I can't figure out why.  Obviously there isn't anything I can do for her other than pray and hold her and sing to her and be there for her parents when they need me.  I can't do a single thing to fix the situation.  But I love that little girl so much and it just breaks my heart to see her hooked up to all those tubes and wires.   

And I know that God's promises to us are often conditional - when He promises to do something for us, it is in response to us obeying something He has asked us to do.  "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding.  In all your ways, acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths."  So if I'm having trouble trusting Him, is it any wonder I can't seem to see His light on my footpath?  I pray for guidance and I can't seem to hear His answers.  

I pray daily that He will give me enough faith to trust Him.  I know it only takes as much as a grain of mustard.  I told my husband the other day that I feel a bit like Jonah - as if all this stuff that's going on with Adelaide is my fault because I'm not hearing what God has to say to me and I'm not paying attention to His leading in my life. I want to scream, "Throw me overboard and she'll be okay!"  

In my head I know that's not true.  I know that whatever happens with Adelaide, God will use the situation to bring glory to Himself.  I know that He is sovereign and He knows what He is doing and I know that He gave Dawn the pain in her leg that led to the diagnosis in the first place.  The rational side of me knows He wouldn't have done that if He didn't have some mighty big plans for this tiny girl's life.  I know all that in my head, but my heart is broken and I can't seem to look at her picture without tears welling up in my eyes.  In other words, I'm worried ... about something I have no control over.  

How do I get past that?  How do I let go of the trials in my life and let God have complete control of them?  How do you physically cast your cares upon Him?  What is involved in that process of tossing it up to Him so the burden is lifted?  I guess I'm starting to realize that I've had a really easy life and until now I've never needed to do that.  

And how can I feel happy for my daughter who gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby boy this week?  I feel guilty for being happy for her because of what my son and his wife are going through.  Bitter and sweet.  That seems to be a theme of my life of late.  In the midst of it all, I do know that He is faithful.  I know that God is good all the time and all the time God is good.  I know that He has a perfect plan and the outcome will be as He wills it to be.  I guess I just need my head to convince my heart and the feelings will sort themselves out.  Meanwhile your prayers are most appreciated!

Adelaide Zoe Birkland

Rex Gary Caffall

Bitter and Sweet

It was the best of times ... it was the worst of times ... I never really cared all that much for Dickens but today I can relate to that ... and the name of my blog.

Last night my first grandchild was born.  She is so beautiful and after holding her for 5 minutes I fell as deeply in love with her as I did with each of my children the first time I held them.  New life brings hope and joy and excitement.

At the same time, I am involved in a rather bitter family feud, which has caused hard feelings the likes of which I didn't think were possible.  People I never thought would take sides have taken sides and I feel like an outsider in my own family.  No one knows what started the feud except, I suppose, for the person who refuses to speak to me.  And I'm a fixer.  I've always been a fixer.

I've also been out of work since the middle of June and our savings has been subsidizing our mortgage payments since I've been unemployed.  As the savings dwindles and we face the fact that our house is now worth less than we currently owe, we wonder what God is trying to teach us.

It seems for the second time in my life, God is telling me that I can't fix any of this.  It's totally and completely out of my control and I must relinquish it to Him and let go of it.  I don't know why that is so hard for me but I confess I have a real problem with it. 

More than a decade ago when I faced my greatest trial - my separation and divorce - I had no trouble letting go and trusting God.  So why is it so hard for me this time?

This morning a person I care very deeply about became so angry with me that I've been crying for most of the rest of the day, except for the brief time I held my precious new granddaughter and visited with her parents.

I love lemonade, but I seem to have run out of sugar and this latest batch is very bitter.  I just can't seem to figure out what God is trying to say to me and for the first time in my life I find myself praying that He will give me enough faith to trust Him.  I've never had to do that before and it bothers me that now He seems not to be answering me.

When I created this blog it was with the intention of helping people who were going through similar situations to what I went through when my husband left me.  Now it seems that I am the one needing help, not really knowing where to turn for it.  So I will reach for a little pile of note cards I created back then.

You know how there are times when you don't seem to know how to pray and you open your Bible and stare at the pages and don't seem to find anything that helps?  Well, I had many days like that but I also had many days where I was lucid and things just seemed to jump off the page, aimed straight at my heart.  In those lucid moments, I created note cards, color coded: yellow for happy passages (because yellow is the color of sunshine, of course), blue for when I'm feeling blue, green for verses that give advice for living, purple for promises, etc.  Any time I couldn't focus, I could grab that little stack of cards and read through them, getting just what I needed at that moment.

I know, for example, that God has promised not to give us any trials that are too great to bear, but will with each trial, also provide a way to escape, that we may be able to bear it (I Cor. 10:13, Jeanette's paraphrase).  I know He has promised that if we trust Him and lean not on our own understanding, He will direct our paths (Proverbs 3:5-6) and that if we wait on the Lord, He will renew our strength so we can mount up with wings like Eagles;  walk without becoming weary; run and not faint (Isaiah 40:31).

Today those verses comfort me, yet I find myself unable to bear these trials, unable to see His light on my path and I feel like a pig stuck in mud, not an eagle soaring above life's troubles.

I guess I'm asking you to pray for me.  I am so thankful for all of the many blessings in my life, including little Adelaide Zoe (and Rex Gary, who will be born within the week!), but it's so difficult to keep my focus off of the bad stuff.  I need to trust Him not only when it's easy to trust - when everything is going my way - but also when it's hard to trust - when the money runs out and we have to figure out where we're going to live if I don't find a job ... 

Right now the sweet is OH so sweet and the bitter: well, I nearly can't swallow it.  I know that He will never leave me.  I just wish I felt His presence more than I do right now...

Esther and Vashti and Seeing the Bigger Picture (or not)

I have always loved the story of the Old Testament hero, Queen Esther, because she was adopted, as was I.  I loved how God placed her with the family He meant for her to have so that she would be prepared to serve Him when the time was right - that God chose her "for such a time as this."  

I viewed her story in a new light when I was going through my divorce.  As close as I felt to Esther, I felt an even greater kinship to Queen Vashti, the wife who refused to participate in her husband's debauchery.  Vashti did the right thing and what did she get for it?  She got kicked to the curb.  That was how I felt, too, though my husband wasn't participating in any debauchery that I knew of, and he wasn't asking me to do anything sinful. Nonetheless, through no fault of my own, I suddenly found myself kicked to the curb.

The Bible doesn't tell us what happened to Vashti after she was exhiled by the King, but I was pretty sure I knew exactly how she felt.  We don't get to see the big picture of how God used Vashti's life.  We do know that, just as with Esther, God used her "for such a time as this," so in the greater scheme of things, God intended to use her to bring glory to His name.

With the benefit of hindsight, I can see how God used the situation of my divorce to bring glory to Him but at the time, I had to trust that He knew what He was doing, even if, like Vashti, I never got to see a glimpse of the bigger picture and how my piece fit into the tapestry He was creating.  It had to become enough for me just to know He HAD a purpose and that I was a part of it.

Whether you are an Esther or a Vashti, know that God does have a plan for you and whatever you are going through today will ultimately be used to bring Glory to Him if you will place it in His hands and trust Him to work in you and through you.  

May we be content to walk within God's will, even if He never chooses to show us the results!

The Desires of Our Hearts

God wants to give us the desires of our heart.  Psalm 37:4 says "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart."

Do you have trouble believing that when you're in the midst of trying circumstances?  Sometimes it won't happen right away.  Sometimes our desires aren't what's best for us.  But what if they are?  God wants us to be happy but He allows us to go through trials to make us stronger Christians and to teach us to rely on Him.

Thursday is my tenth wedding anniversary.  But 13 years ago when I was in the middle of dealing with my husband's midlife crisis, trying to save my marriage, I went with my friend, Sue, to a women's retreat.  It was in February, so the subject was the heart, and one of the sessions was on Psalm 37:4.  The speaker talked a little about what it means to delight in the Lord, and how we can be in tune with His will so that we know our desires are His desires for us.

She asked us to take a piece of paper and think for a minute, then write the desire of our heart on the paper, date it, and put it in our Bibles at Psalm 37:4 and go home and pray that God would give us the desire of our heart.  I did that.

Life went on and eventually I forgot all about it.  But one day the following September, in God's perfect timing, that innocent little piece of paper fell out of my Bible and into my lap.  I opened it and sobbed, begging God to tell me why He didn't give me the desire of my heart.

You see, the paper said, "The desire of my heart is a husband who loves me, and a Christ-centered marriage."  The day I found it was the day my husband filed for divorce.

 

I cried for a long while and then felt God's Spirit nudging me to read the words again.  When I did, I noticed something I hadn't before: nowhere on that piece of paper had I mentioned my husband's name.  My Bible then fell open to a passage I had already underlined in purple ink.  And though I knew the words by heart, I read them again, believing them God's promise to me: 

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you.  Plans to give you hope and a future."  Jeremiah 29:11

It was as if God was saying to me, "I know what the desire of your heart is, and I intend to give it to you but not yet.  Now let go and let Me heal you."

We didn't realize it when we planned our wedding date, but it was exactly 2 years later, on September 1, 2001, that God gave me the desire of my heart.

Sometimes we have to get out from under our circumstances before we can believe God's promises to us are true.  Until we get to that place, though, we need to pray with hope and with faith, believing He knows what is best for us and will not allow us to suffer more than we are able to bear (I Cor. 10:13).

As for me, it turned out He didn't make me wait very long for the desire of my heart and now I'm happily waiting to become a grandmother (twice!) ... it's possible that one of my grandchildren will be born on my anniversary, which would be really neat.

I love you, Peter, desire of my heart.  Happy Anniversary!

Wishing you God's Peace,

Jeanette U

A New Journey

I don't believe in coincidences.  I believe God directs our footsteps and guides us down the path He wishes for us to take.  Sometimes we are in tune with His leading and things run smoothly.  Other times (more often, in my case, I'm embarrassed to say), He has to do something to get our attention when we start moving in our own direction.

Life was sailing along smoothly for me last year when suddenly I was downsized - a victim of a merger between two giant companies, one of which I had given the sweat of my brow for more than a decade.  Okay, Lord, I'm listening ...

Not so coincidentally, more than a decade earlier, just as I was starting that job, I suffered through the greatest trial of my life when my husband of 23 years decided he no longer wanted to be married.  Our kids had graduated from high school and gone off to college and I thought we would settle in and enjoy being empty nesters, but he had other ideas.  Almost as soon as the words "I want a divorce" were out of his mouth, he seemed to change his mind - saying he wasn't sure what he wanted and needed "space" and so we started a life of living under the same roof and interacting on a daily basis without living as husband and wife.  Oh, how I hated that.   While he sat on the fence, I sat in what I still refer to as my "prayer chair" and I took my problems the only place I knew to take them - to God.

From the beginning, I sensed that He would use what I was going through to help others, but I had no idea how.  I just knew I needed to document what I was feeling and thinking and doing, so I started a journal that today fills an entire banker's box.

Time does heal and life went on.  The banker's box went into the proverbial basement of my life where it sat until I lost my job and once again had way too much time on my hands.

I prayed about what to do and felt led to get the journal out and turn it into something God could use to help others.  I'd like to say I wrote a book, but the truth is that He wrote it.  In less than a week I had a prologue, an epilogue and seven chapters written and a lengthy list of resources to include at the end.  I called upon a group of friends and spiritual advisors and asked them to review it and give me feedback.  I put out a few feelers to see if I could get it published, but I ran into some pretty significant roadblocks before I found another job and put it on the back burner.

God waited patiently for me to listen to Him, and eventually He reached out to get my attention and once again I find myself in the ranks of the unemployed.

Meanwhile, I have been reconnecting with old friends.  By that I don't mean that they're OLD ... just that I haven't seen them for a long time.  I have sent copies of my book to several of them and gotten still more feedback.  Everyone seems to agree that there are people who need what's in those pages.  No one really agrees on how to get it into the hands of those who need it.

So yesterday when one of those friends suggested I start a blog, I didn't think too much of the idea.  It seemed like a lot of work and my primary focus has been trying to find a job.

Last night God got my attention again, when He reconnected me with another friend - someone I grew up with and haven't seen since we both got married and moved away more than 30 years ago.  We had become friends on Facebook but hadn't spoken until last night.  I learned that she is suffering pretty much the way I suffered 12 years ago and I sent her my book and my phone number and hopefully I can help her find some comfort and peace in the midst of her storm.

So I'm here and I'm trusting God will tell me what He wants me to say ...  hopefully without needing to pick up the 2x4 and whack me upside the head with it!

If you think Alone With God would be helpful to someone you know, please send me your email address and I'll be happy to send you a copy.  Here are the chapter titles:

1. Resting in God's Arms
2. Listening for God's Voice
3. Trusting in God's Promises
4. Waiting for God's Timing
5. Seeing God Move
6. Imagining God's Purposes
7. Being God's Witness

Wishing you God's Peace,

Jeanette U