The Prophecy

Brennan knows his first sign - "milk"! He used it all the time for a few days, but now he only does it if we make him. Just like all of his words - he does it well for a little while, and then they disappear. Right now he only says "woof", and an occasional repeated word. He actually repeated "Granma" the other day!

I posted on my other blog that we received Ken's background clearance, but we were still missing one piece. It was one of our references. This person STILL did not send it in for us, even after we called and reminded them. So we asked another person, and they sent it in yesterday! So, we should have our final meeting with our social worker next week sometime! I got all of our application paperwork done in record time, so the delays in getting the HS completed have been frustrating! I know we won't be able to submit our dossier until February. I am okay with that, because I think that's great timing for us (ok - a *little* earlier would be great too!). But I wish things would go more smoothly in the meantime! We did send our POAs and CSPs to LittleKid's country last Wednesday, and they should get there by this Friday. Hmm, I should probably find the tracking number for that...

Ok, so on to the prophecy. My church had two meetings called presbytery this past Sunday and Monday. I missed the message and meeting on Sunday, but I went on Monday night. There were two prophets visiting to, well, give prophecies. Some people were preselected through the leadership team (the prophets knew nothing about them though) and then at the end they did "popcorn" prophecy. (Aside: I never expected prophets of the Lord would be SO funny!) Many people received prophecy from them, and I was one. It was amazing and served as a great encouragement to me. Beforehand, I had wondered what I might want to receive a prophecy about. One of them was to know I was doing the right thing - mainly, that my passion for children and orphans were indeed from God. I received confirmation of that, plus a direct word from God (chills!). He said that he was going to give me a grace that whenever I touch a baby, God touches them; that I will be His hands extended. The depth of that takes my breath away. I was also told that I would have a ministry to children where I would be able to administer encouragement and life, and that God will give me the ability to bring a protection around the innocents that I so deeply want to protect. I was then warned not to rely on my own strength, that I need to love them and lay them down in God's arms. That HIS strength is enough. He ended with: "God can protect them. Don't you fear."

I got an audio copy of this, and I typed it all up. I keep reading it and I'm just so in awe. I wish I was better with words so I could explain what this means to me. I am a passionate person by nature. My passion for children - vulnerable, hurt, and poor children especially - is so strong sometimes I feel like it's moving inside of me. I want to save them all. Of course, I can't do that. That's where the warning comes in - I need to love 'em and leave 'em in God's arms. To have the knowledge that I am on God's side, that I can love the babies and know that I can leave them with God's love and protection - I feel like my feet have been put on solid ground. I fret about all "my" babies, the ones I love but have never met - the orphans who I desperately want families for, the babies I've seen in foster care, the little children I know who hurt. I don't even know most of these kids, but I feel their pain so acutely. Sometimes I get sick to my stomach, knowing there's one more little child without a family or without love. Right now I feel that 1) I am not crazy, God made me this way and B) God can protect them. I always knew God could protect them, but hearing it from God himself - it's pretty neat. :)