Today I am sharing how the Gas Pedal Test taught me how to seek direction for God’s will in my life.
Lessons in Our Walk With God:
Three Things to Learn From The Gas Pedal Test:
At least 2-3 times a week I have people ask me how our adoption process is going. I have one answer: SLOW. There have been a number of unforseen things that have slowed the process down, and after a year we are still working on our dossier!
The latest hurdle was due to fingerprinting. My grandmother lives with us, and she had to get fingerprinted, too. Sadly hers didn’t work after two tries. (I told her it’s because she’s worked her fingers to the bone for 77 years!) The alternative was we had to get police reports for every place she’s lived. With that done, hopefully we can move on to the next step soon. We’ve mailed the reports in and now we’re waiting to hear.
The one thing God keeps reminding me is that He has a child in mind for us, and when she’s ready we’ll be ready.
In the meantime I’m asking for your prayers–mainly that we’ll be patient with God’s perfect timing. (I want to ask for prayers for things to speed up, but alas God’s timing is perfect, and I desire His will above my own.)
In the meantime, also please pray for all the little girls in China. Here is a video that someone sent me today. Get out the tissues!
Well, I’m happy to report that homestudy went extremely well. It was painless, actually! And the more we talked with the social worker, the more excited I became. We will have another daughter, it’s just a matter of a little more paperwork and a lot of time waiting. (We’re looking at 1 1/2 years still!)
One cool thing is how this adoption process has helped us understand God even better. Every night, we have a time of Bible Study with our kids. We’re currently studying the first chapters of Ephesians. These chapters talk about God’s plan to adopt us as His own. About Him preparing a heavenly place for us. About our seat in the heavenly places.
Likewise, we have this child in our hearts . . . and she’s most likely not even born. We pray for her. We have a name for her. She is a part of our family. It’s a message that resonates in our hearts.
Thank you for your continued prayers. Next week I’ll be plunging in to the remaining paperwork, and then it’s time to start my next book project. At least I’m not twiddling my thumbs as I wait for our girl! Instead I’m diligently working at what God lays before me . . . trusting Him.
Today, I don’t have time for a long post because in a few hours the social worker will be arriving to start the homestudy concerning about adoption.
For those of you who don’t know, my husband and I are in the process of adopting a baby girl from China. And this homestudy is another step closer in bringing her home.
Of course, I have to admit that this homestudy has unnerved me more than I thought it would. The 13-pages of questions was difficult enough, but the idea of a person coming into to study our home and life . . . well, it’s hard to put it into words.
So I’ve thrown myself into the only thing I could tangibly do–my house got a total cleaning. Every closet and drawer has been touched. My office, for the first time in months, actually looks like someplace where books could be written.
I know, you don’t have to tell me. Our approval for this adoption will not hinge on whether the clothes in my closet are organized by color and season (although they now are). In fact, as a friend told me last week, “If your life isn’t acceptable now, a week won’t make the difference.” She was right.
Still, what else could I do? John and I have put sixteen years into our life, our kids, our home. We’ve loved lots and we’ve attempted to follow Jesus. In the end that is all we can do. In the end that has to be enough. And my hope is that by focusing on our heavenly home, our earthly one will be up to par.
And either way, even the hamsters now have clean cages. And, I think I have a few more minutes to tackle the goldfish bowl . . .
I had to laugh the other day at a comment my son’s friend made. As I buzzed around the kitchen directing the two 16-year-old boys as they unloaded the car from Costco, Cory’s friend said, “Yeah, things are a little more relaxed at my house.”
“Are you saying that things are uptight around here?” I asked jokingly.
“Nah, you just run a tight ship.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, because he was exactly right. Although, personally, I’d never put it in those terms before.
To me, running a tight ship means doing things right the first time. It’s working together as a family to help our home run smoothly. It’s also living with the mindset that we serve God, and not people, valuing His opinion above all.
Running a tight ship also relates to my personal goals, including my writing. At the start of every day, I consider all the things I need to work on, and then I seek God’s wisdom (though reading His Word) and strength (through prayer). I then narrow the lists and lists of things to do, down to my top five or six.
Today these include:
Write the next few posts for my guest blogger spot at God Allows U-Turns.
Brainstorm ways to launch my new website Unforgettable Stories of World War II.
Walk at least two miles.
Take my grandma shopping for a new chair for her bedroom.
Read at least two chapters in one of my reseach books for my next novel.
Try my hand at making homemade New England Clam Chowder for dinner.
Work on the next level of paperwork for our adoption. (Check out my Gen X Parents Blog to read our adoption announcement.)
Narrowing down my “goals” into doable steps works for me. So does trusting that God’s plan for my day, and my life, is perfect.
“You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you,” Isaiah 26:3 reads, and this underlying trust is the one thing that allows me to do all these things, to run a tight ship, with inner strength and joy.