I haven't take any time in almost a year to stop and write on here, so I guess it is time to pick up my pencil and jot a few notes. I reread my blog titled "I Smelled of Smoke". I have to thank God for passing that couple along our path. As the year transpired the woman who was in her late 30's confided she was pregnant. Her children were grown adults, so this news shocked her. The church helped the couple as they settled into a home. As the months passed the couple struggled with surviving in a "normal setting" with old demons from their past that would come knocking on their door. As the baby's due date arrived the mama quietly told a few friends in the church that the baby would be placed for adoption. I was so grateful for the bravery of this woman. To set her child's well being above herself and to give the baby the chance in a home with a family who were desperate for a child. I have to believe God made that family come into our path, so that baby had a chance to live. The couple have since moved on. I still think of them though. It is so good for me to get out of my comfort zone and to love those who aren't like me. I am a nobody who God uses to bless His somebodies. Have you had any "smoke" moments happen in your life lately? I have found the smell of smoke is holy and for that I am grateful.
Pencil down. Test is over (for today).
Krista
