Moses' Momma

A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure to head down to Louisville to see Joyce Meyer speak.  Her conferences are free.  Seating is first-come, first-served.  You never really know the topic, until you get there.  This conference happened to be on the topic of faith and fear.  Whoa.  Talk about awesome timing, huh? 

I could use a good reminder about faith with adoption, and I'm scared outta my wits with this deployment stuff. 

The whole conference was based on Matthew 11:22 (Amplified):
And Jesus, replying, said to them, Have faith in God [constantly]. 

So, Joyce Meyer in her very straight forward, Southern way, basically said, "You don't stop having faith because it gets hard.  You don't stop having faith because someone hurt your feelings.  You get to stop having faith when you see God deliver." 

It should be noted that (often) God does not deliver what we think He should.  (Because our little pea brains cannot even IMAGINE the awesomeness that God has planned for us!)

So then Joyce went on to talk about some people in the Bible with pretty amazing faith. 

She talked about Abraham in Genesis 12.  And God basically said to Abraham, "Pack up your stuff and leave your home."  And Abraham said, "Okay, God, sure.  Where do ya want me to go?"  And God said, "Start moving, and I'll tell you later."  And Abraham did it!

I've heard of this in the adoption world.  Families who are facing tough deadlines and restrictions, pack up everything, and head to Africa to pick up their babies, not knowing how things will work out or how long they will leave their home.  Amazing!

The reminder that sometimes God will do things to get us where He wants us/needs us to be.  And she talked about Moses.  And, you know, I knew the story of Moses.  ('Cause who doesn't love the little felt baby Moses in a basket that you get to play with in junior church?) 

But this story took on a totally different twist for this pre-adoptive momma. 

Basically, Moses had to grow up with another family in order to see some of the things that God needed him to. 

And that's when I started to cry.  Because, why should my kids be any different? 

I have GOT TO BELIEVE that the only reason God would allow a child to experience and endure the tragedies that necessitate adoption is because He has something BIGGER PLANNED FOR THEIR LIVES. 

And for ours. 

And, man, that's BIG.