Before there were pictures... before there were giggles... before there were six feet and six hands, before there were three little girls that blessed the socks off two different families... there were promises...
The other day I couldn't stop thinking of my dear friend, Danielle. She had one name, Kate. A name and a dream. Not even a picture, not even a face... a feeling... a feeling of adoption pulled at my friend's heart. A feeling and a name. Kate.
We would have had four children in a little over five years, the youngest of which at the time was barely 3 months old. A friend who walks in profound revelation stepped into praying for me, a man who doesn't believe in lightly prophesying children, marriages, or geographical changes would look at me and begin to pray.
He would stand there and pray for two of our children, blessing their lives and then he would speak into the other two children, blessings their lives.... Then, then he would take a deep breath. He would take a deep breath and look at me. He would look at me, pause and prophecy "for those yet to come... for the two yet to come..."
We had four children five and under... those words were not the words I wanted to hear... But they were heard and registered.
Danielle and her family stepped into the process of adoption. Believing they were hearing from God. They had a name and a dream and they faced obstacles but held onto that which they felt was planted within their hearts. I remember back to those days when she would talk about the name, Kate. When she would share her dreams with me, how I couldn't hear her heart without feeling so deeply and so profoundly that Heaven was touching earth and touching this family.
They would end up with not just Kate... The would receive a double portion! Kate and Hannah... Twin sisters from Ethiopia would be added to this precious family. A name would have a face, a child would have a family. Promises fulfilled beyond what they had thought.
We would walk six years. Our oldest at the time was going to be entering middle school, our youngest at the time was going to be entering Kindergarten. An ache... a readiness ... a knowing... it was time... The two yet to come...
Except the understanding that the more specific the revelation is the more you are going to need it was about to be walked out within our family. I often tell people take the vague words.. the vague words will happen. It is the very specific words that people think they want that are truly the harder ones to receive. The more specific the revelation ... the more you are going to need to know that God spoke. The more you are going to need to know that He spoke clearly and the more you are going to have to hold onto that hope and that revelation with all that is within you.
We would get pregnant.. we would lose our daughter.. the first miscarriage... Yet then we would be gifted with our sweet Gregory and life would once again enter our home in the form of an amazing tiny package weighing in at under 5 pounds. We wanted him to have a sibling close in age. The fulfillment of the two yet to come was upon us and we were full of anticipation.
Except in between Gregory and Elizabeth would be three miscarriages. To not be too overly disclosing but to let you into our hearts.... when it come time to consider getting pregnant again I wept. I held out the promise to the Lord.. "But you said "the two yet to come."" That would be the cry of my heart. And I would weep on the night when we would consider getting pregnant again, on the night she would actually be conceived, because the thought of loss one more time was more than my heart could bare.
A name... Kate. A promise... the two yet to come.... A fulfillment of promises... Beyond what anyone of us could have ever hoped to think or imagine... Three amazing girls standing in a room playing rock band... dancing and singing away... Each one a miracle... Each one a promise held.. Each one a hope fulfilled.
I will cry to God Most High, To God who accomplishes all things for me. Psalm 57:2
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