So many promises from the Lord were given, and it was a heavy backpack to carry. So many times I wanted to put the backpack down and be done, much like pushing a little paper boat away from the shore of a pond, and just as I was about to let go the Lord would once again remind me of His promises, that He was a promises keeper, and to not give up.
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I can remember asking Him to not make me like Sarah, who was 89 when she was pregnant, half joking, half serious. Well ladies and gentlemen, here I am at 50 years old. My womb is going through the change that is typical for women my age. Less frequent and less productive, but this old girl is okay with the changes.
I want to take some time to remember the promises He gave so many years ago. The first promise was in 2010. I was out to breakfast with Stacy and we were sitting outside in Arvada. It was a crisp morning and I can remember enjoying a good cup of coffee. As Stacy was catching me up on her life, I remember the Lord almost audibly speak to my heart to save up for a baby fund. He even stated the amount He wanted us to save. Quizzically I asked Him, but we live in America, why do we need to save so much? No answer.
Okay... I need to walk in obedience, even when it doesn't make sense. I slowly started to save money for this baby fund and when I got laid off in 2013, I knew my income from my next role would be dramatically different so I put some from my severance and much from an inheritance into the fund and topped it off. I then moved the funds into a CD where it could perpetually grow until we needed it. A CD also protected it in case I got the urge to spend it on something else. Okay little nest egg, you are ready for when the baby comes.
More promises to share in the next post.
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