Recently one of my college instructors wanted us to watch/listen to Randy Pausch’s The Last Lecture. I had watched this lecture seven years ago when it was an internet sensation. However, I needed a refresher viewing since it was linked to an assignment.
So many things he said were pure gold. A few outstanding gems are…
“We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.”
“It's not how hard you hit. It's how hard you get hit...and keep moving forward.”
“Brick walls aren't put in our life to stop us, they are there to test how much we really want something.”
In life I have had my fair share of brick walls.
Every year at this time I am reminded of one of the biggest brick walls I ever had to scale in order to claim my hearts desire.
Mr. Décor and I were once told that we would never have a baby. NEVER. It was impossible.
Now sometimes you should read the writing on the wall and look for another path.
At the time we were living in Germany and so foster care and adoption was not an option for us.
There are other times you must ignore the writing (which may be in a foreign language) and have tremendous faith.
This is the route I chose to take.
I had a War Room 15 years before it became a hit.
I picked out bible verses that spoke of faith.
I pinned up verses on heart desires.
I also pinned up image after image of the cutest babies.
Then I became relentless in prayer. I was incessant, unceasing and persistent.
Now I truly believe God always answers our prayers. Sometimes just not in the way we had envisioned.
We had to wait.
Three YEARS of waiting. Three years of praying. Three years of climbing wall after wall.
During this time I was working at the Landstuhl Hospital as manager of the USO. I had become friends with a semi regular customer, Dr. Nah, from Nigeria. He popped in about once a week for a snack or chat.
One day school was cancelled. I can no longer remember why, only that I was very irritated! It meant that I had to bring my daughter to work with me. Coincidently Dr. Nah came by on that same day and met her.
The next time he came in he asked me about my other children. I told him that she was my only child. Dr. Nah, an obstetrician, said, “Oh but you should have more children.” I replied that I would love to have more children but we had been told that we couldn’t. His face was truly crestfallen and he simply said “Oh I see.”
The next time Dr. Nah came by he placed a business card on my desk. He very firmly stated, “This is my daughter. She works at a clinic in Homburg. She will help you.”
That evening an American military wife told her Panamanian born husband that a Nigerian doctor had emphatically told her that a German clinic was going to help them have a baby. Another year and a half was filled with tremendous heartbreak. Money was running out. I was still unceasing in prayer but it seemed as if we had to accept the inevitable.
It was then, at long last, hope arrived.
That hope turns 14 this Wednesday.
“I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him.” 1 Samuel 1:27