Someone spoke the words of Isaiah 54 (see previous post) to me once. I know that the passage is really speaking to Israel and about Gentiles being the children that are welcomed into the tent. I'm sure I was lamenting the lack of biological children in my life. (I have no husband and therefore no kids of my own). I work with kids as a nanny, day care teacher and in Church settings and they were showing me this passage and equating me with the barren woman who has to make her home bigger to accomodate the many children whose lives she is a part of. I feel blessed in that way, however; I really still want my own children.
Last night I was honest with my small group when they asked me about my prayer request. I told them that I really want a husband. The friend who prayed for me last night was the first that prayed that a man will come into my life soon. That was so cool! Most people who I share this with pray that I will have patience until the "right one" comes along, or share platitudes about waiting or being patient or something lame like that. I also shared with my mom that I'm tired of waiting and she decided to start being specific in her praying and pray that the guy will come along this Christmas! That has also become my prayer!
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