Run The Race

I often pray the same prayer over and over - I don't mean it is said in tradition or just rote memorization.  It is sincere; a cry from my heart.  At times when I say that prayer, I wonder if I sound like a resounding "gong" - yuck. "... two blind men sitting by the road, hearing that Jesus was passing by, cried out, 'Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!' The crowd sternly told them to be quiet, but they cried out all the more... moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes, and immediately they regained sight and followed Him."  Matthew 20:30-31, 34 Satan wants us to believe that God gets sick of hearing from us - just like the crowd telling the men to be quiet.  The two men in these verses kept crying out - not in complaint, but in faith, believing that this man, Jesus, could and would heal them.   Yesterday morning, my prayers were similar as they have been over the past two years regarding the adoption, but my heart cried out with sl...

This blog post will probably not be well put together - but my brains about to explode because I need to  put this in front of you before it's too late!  Sounds a little dramatic I know, but if I don't share it with you now - when it happens, people may not believe me.  With this post, I risk sounding absolutely nuts, but I can't wait to tell you this! Before I tell you the recent story, I have to back up to August 2011 - before losing Elliot, before losing my Mom, before the adoption process, etc. I have WILD dreams - most of them amount to nothing, but occasionally I have one that I know means something without a doubt.  In Aug 2011, I had this dream that I was grieving because I had been trying to share how real God is with someone who just could not accept it.  There I sat on the floor in this lake house with 6 strings, all yarn, before me - 3 black and 3 white.  I contemplated God's will, and I began to pray, "God, without me laying a hand on these...