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5/1/12

Much Love, Stacey

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Often when I meet someone new, I wish I could sit across from them in a coffee shop, hands wrapped around a hot mug, leaning in and asking each other questions like, “What’s your story? What’s going on in your heart today? What are you passionate about? What events in your life have shaped your heart and made you who you are today?” We all have stories to tell, don’t we? If I were to tell you my story, I would maybe start with when I was 13 and found out I had scoliosis, and had to wear a back brace for a year and a half while I was already a big jumble of teenage insecurities. And I would tell you about the day I woke up one morning and my dad was dying, right there in the next room, and about how it was sudden and shocking and how I still can’t believe it’s been five years and that there’s so much he’s missed since then. I would tell you about this time I had a horrible job that I hated, but then I got fired, and I worried about how we would pay the bills. But then God put some people in my path that encouraged me to do what I love, and I did, and I’ll never forget how God showed us His faithfulness during that time.
And then I would tell you that today, right now, my heart aches so deeply to be a mother but that life didn’t exactly go how I planned for it to. Instead, after a year and a half of infertility, the Lord gave us the desire to adopt! I am so excited for the day when I hold that baby, my baby, and finally see where this bumpy road leads us. But I would tell you that now, after two failed adoptions, my already tender heart has been bruised even more and that every day I realize more and more my desperate need for a Savior, and I cling even tighter to the cross, my living hope, an anchor for the soul


I believe that God does some of His best work during our times of deepest heartache. I have experienced deep loss, but I have experienced even deeper joy. It is during those times that I have experienced God’s presence more intimately and profoundly then during all the good times combined. I am learning what it means to hope in God alone, and to trust. When the bottom falls out and you fall to your knees, and there is nowhere to run except straight into the hand of God – that is the very best place to be. God is teaching me that He is enough. It is deeply painful at times, and this is not the way I would have planned things. But He is good, so very good, and absolutely nothing enters my life except what is necessary for Him to accomplish His good purposes in me.

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