Everyday but especially today I want to remember this:
"For you, O Lord, are my hope, my trust, O Lord, from my youth.
Upon you I have leaned from before my birth; you are He who took me from my mother’s womb. I will always praise You." -Psalm 71:5&6
I am getting nervous and excited about Saturday. This first big fundraiser makes everything seem more real. This is really happening. Doubts try to come in and discourage me. I think, "what if we don't raise enough money?" or "what if our homestudy doesn't work out because we don't make a lot of money?" or "what if they decide we're not good enough parents?" or "what if none of this even works out and all those people donated for nothing?" I mean good grief! Satan is getting pretty desperate here huh? I'm not gonna lie. All of these thoughts have come to my mind. However, I refuse to believe them. I trust in the God that I have trusted all of my life, the One that brought me from my mother's womb with a plan for my life, the One that brings hope, the One that is my encourager, my defender.
Let's trust Him. He's so faithful.
Tonight, Isabel prayed, "Jesus, thank you that you are in heaven but that you are with my baby brother or sister in Africa too. Thank you that you love us and take care of us. I just love you."
Help us to trust you like that God.
Let me take care of Saturday! God will do this thing! We're gonna stand back and see Him work!
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