Friday, April 6, 2012

He knows my name

Do you ever have those moments when things seem so completely out of your hands that you forget that ultimately you were not in control to begin with? I've had several of those over the past few weeks. I don't know that they are necessarily doubting moments, they are just times when I forget that no matter how things look, I have a Father who is still in complete control, over small things and over big things.

We found out last week about some changes that have recently been made to the laws here which greatly alter and restrict the way that we can communicate regarding our children. It has been quite discouraging. In thinking through it and praying through it, God gently reminded me that He is still in control. My initial response was "if we can't speak on their behalf, who will?" But God reminded me that He will. The fact that this has happened does not negate His sovereignty. It doesn't negate the fact that He still cares very deeply and very specifically for each one of our children. They have not gone forgotten by Him, no matter how things may appear by circumstance, and He has a specific plan for each of their lives; whether their lives consist of days, months, or years and whether they are spent in our care, in an orphanage, or in the care of a family.

Another instance was much more personal in that it involved one of my sweet babies. It was a positive thing that happened, but I still found myself asking "what if..." Once again, I was reminded that we share a Father who cares more infinitely for her than I ever could or even imagine to.

This morning, as I played with my kids in preschool, we were listening to a c.d. and the song came on called "He Knows My Name." As I listened to the words and sat there with my babies, I was sweetly reminded once more that they are not forgotten. By many appearances and looking at their circumstances, it would appear that they have been; but as I listened to the words of this song, God reminded me that they have a Maker who formed them exactly the way He wanted them to be and that they are His very own prized possession.

I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in His hands

I have a Father
He calls me His own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go

He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call

(Tommy Walker)

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