For Such A Time As This

For such a timeDuring a time of trials, sometimes Romans 8:28 doesn’t comfort every need. I know it didn’t comfort me when I found out that I was infertile.

I knew that all things worked together for good, but that didn’t mean that it made me feel better. I tried finding comfort in the church, in friends, in family, and in music, but none of those things could comfort the deep sense of loss I felt in my heart.

I went to church every Sunday praying that God had sent a sermon to our pastor to comfort my aching soul. Over a year and I still haven’t heard a sermon of comfort for the barren. I couldn’t understand why God refused to send me comfort. I mean, He did tell us that He would send us a comforter, so why wasn’t I getting that comfort He promised?

As time went on, the wounds never fully healed, but I had come to accept that God wanted us to wait. It still hurt, but God had called us to be parents in another way. After a lot of time in prayer, we felt God leading us to become foster parents.

When we were finally approved to be foster parents, and we got our first call, we were scared out of our minds. We cried, prayed, praised the Father, and cried some more. We worried about if we’d be good parents and if we would bond with the children.

At 2:30 am, we got our first placements. It was an absolutely crazy night. The first few weeks were a nightmare, but after about a month, things started to pan out. Then we got the call that we had dreaded since we decided to foster: the case worker calling to tell us that they were returning home.

I wish I could tell you that I praised God that a family was being reunited. I also wish I could tell you that I thanked God for the time we had with them, but I can’t. I cried like a baby, and asked God why He was taking away my babies.

I asked Him why He wouldn’t give me and Jonathan a biological child, and why He would take away the children we had learned to love as our own. I didn’t understand why God was doing this to me.

It was during altar call one Sunday when God spoke to me and gave me this post to write. His words, though not audible, were perfectly clear: “… And who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?” (Esther 4:14)

I knew right then that God had something special for me and Jonathan. I knew that, from the beginning of time, God had intended us for this time. He intended for us to be foster parents. He made us to care for little hearts in need. We are in a valley just like Esther was. We may not be saving our people from distruction, but we are easing the pain of tiny hurting souls.

God finally sent my sermon of comfort. He didn’t use a preacher, a church, or a song. He used His Word and His Holy Spirit, which are the ultimate comforters.

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