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Floodgates

"Bring the whole tithe to the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this, says the Lord Almighty, and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it...Then all the nations will call you blessed, for yours will be a delightful land." Malachi 3:10 & 12

It's time to start publicly praising God for opening up His floodgates for this adoption.  Thursday, after the school pick-up rounds were made, we made our usual stop at the mailbox as we drove into the neighborhood.  I always flip through the stack and open anything interesting while I'm sitting there.  That day a card caught my attention.  I opened it, jumped, felt my breath leave me and started crying all at once as a check fell into my lap.  The kids instantly got quiet and Trev leaned over to ask what was wrong.  "Nothing's wrong, everything's right!"  I said as I held up the check.  $2,000, with "adoption fund" written in the memo line.  I think I could hear the scraping of those floodgates being cranked open.

A note card with Malachi 3:10 & 12 has been camped out above my kitchen sink since I followed a link of verses to it during my devotions a week or so ago.  I've been using it, as I wash dishes, to control my prayers and thoughts about the fee deadlines I see looming in the not too distant future.  Worry and fear can be such constant companions when God's Word isn't wide open in my heart every moment.  So, the gasping and tears weren't just about the money, although that was a really big deal!  They were about being heard by the Lord Almighty who throws open floodgates of heaven and pours out blessing. 

So, I need to say an out-loud, emphatic, joyful thank you to Jesus, for hearing our prayers, for answering with your presence and with the resources to follow your call.  And thank you, sweet givers, for answering your call from God and connecting it with ours.





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  1. So cool Lori! Praising God with you my friend!!

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  2. I think it was Dave Santos who said that God doesn't always call the ones who are able, but he always enables those He calls. He is proving to you this adoption calling is coming straight from His throne, isn't He? Over and over again. And He will keep enabling you, friend. Thank you so very much for sharing. It is exciting to read how God is enabling you guys. It encourages me in my own walk with the Lord. Hug.

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