Y’all thought this was going to be another post with a picture of Bear sitting in his new favorite spot, didn’t ya? ;)
The TimeOut that I am referring to is the Mom’s group at our church. I had the honor, once again, of being asked to share Annabelle’s story with them. Last year was more of a testimony…this year the Lord prompted me to change my focus a bit. Over the past weeks, He’s given me pieces of the story that He wanted me to share. I’ll be honest…I was probably the least prepared with it all this time. I spent hours upon hours trying to mesh these pieces together but I still wasn’t fully sure of it. How the scripture He had led me to share, the story He placed in my lap, the topic of fear…how it was all going to work together sharing what we’ve been through and still go through daily. I simply trusted Him…and prayed that however it all ended up coming together, that He would be glorified.
As I talked to Scott on my way to get Wyatt afterwards, I told him this…”Honey, I can’t explain it. Somehow God brought it all together.”
I prayed for peace…and He supplied it.
I prayed for grace…and He gave mercifully.
I prayed for strength…and His was made perfect in my weakness.
I am so thankful for the many ladies that came this morning and for their support in this ministry. As they did last year, they made precious fleece blankets for the Annabelle Baskets…and prayed over them all. That the lives of the families who receive them find comfort and hope in Christ alone.
My cup overflows…