An ancient Chinese proverb tells, “An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.”
I don’t know, sounds a lot like the sovereign hand of God to me… All knowing. All seeing. All powerful. Intimately and intricately orchestrating our everyday circumstances for His purposes, utilizing bodies of believers to accomplish more than we ever could on our own. Occasionally, we are privileged enough to catch a glimpse of this masterful weaving.
Meet my friend, Carly. She is the passionate and articulate “authorette” of AfricaToAmerica.org where she has candidly documented her adoption process and much more. You will love her. (I do.) Shortly after moving to Montana, I was blessed to connect with her in a weekly adoption support group. This spring, she brought home her Baby Boy.
Baby Boy was teeny-tiny, and quite sickly, when she brought him home.
He still requires bottles for the majority of his sustenance. She quickly discovered he has SEVERE allergies to all formula, and realized what he really needed was breast milk. God could have caused Carly’s body to produce milk for Baby Boy, (Adoptive Mommas can sometimes breastfeed their babies, though it is tough work. There is one veteran Momma in our support group who has done so successfully.) but He didn’t. Instead, He provided her a privileged vantage of watching Him miraculously provide breast milk by generous donors from all over the country…
… like my friends in Oregon, Courtney and Sarah. They are both a part of our amazing church family & community group back in our hometown. When they learned about Baby Boy, they were eager to help. They both recently gave birth to their own precious sons and felt true compassion for Carly, understanding a mother’s tangible instinct to provide nourishment for her baby. I know many times I had wished I was lactating so that I could donate to Carly, I can only imagine how she pined to do so, herself.
Enter Christy and Linda…
Linda is my beloved neighbor, who has truly become the older sister I never had. Here she is with her four “babies”, and husband. She cheerfully obliged my request to rendezvous with Courtney and transport her milk donation back with her to Bozeman upon return from a recent Oregon visit.
Christy is another true Sister of mine, and though her own milk factory has officially closed it’s doors, she is a generous and compassionate activist who felt compelled to help however she could. Enthusiastically, she covered the hefty cost of shipping Sarah’s milk here.
There were coolers, dry ice, and countless text messages involved, and each of us were blessed in the process.
I know, I know… It takes a village. Except, not exactly.
It takes a Mighty God who chooses to use the village. (I just happen to belong to a pretty awesome one.)
1 Chronicles 29:11-12 “Yours, oh Lord, is the greatness, the power and the glory, the victory and the majesty; for all that is in Heaven and on earth is Yours, Yours is the kingdom, oh Lord, and you are exalted as head over all. Both riches and honor come from You, and you reign over all. In your hand is power and might; in your hand it is to make great and to give strength to all.”