Last night, I prepared my little girls for a weekend with their (singe for two nights) dad, laying out clothes and packing school lunches. Dads don’t need this help, but moms sometimes can’t help but give it before leaving town.
Remember I said I’ve been feeling spiritually dry?
God is watering me through sweet retreats with Him:
- Last weekend, I was a small group leader at our church’s youth group Winter Retreat. God moved in me.
- On Tuesday, our incredible adoption agency put on a local event that not only honored the fatherless, but worshiped the Father.
- And this weekend…
I feel refreshed just thinking about it.
This weekend, I’m taking my yearly trip to Lake Lanier in Georgia with dear friends for an incredible adoptive mothers’ retreat.
Oh, I cannot wait to tell you how this weekend goes.
I come with so many questions…
How should the next child enter our family?
(Because any adoptive mom who experiences a miscarriage begins to wonder whether God meant adoption to come next, and if so, in what form. Who knows what the answer will be.)
How am I specifically called to serve the Father and the fatherless?
Will God’s Presence meet me?
But last year, every question melted away as I felt an end to striving, and an overflow of grace, grace, grace.
I’m not sure what God is calling our family to next,
but I know it won’t be a burden.
And I know this weekend will show me His sweet face.
The car is packed, my friends will soon be inside.