God is a God of miracles. One of the mamas I work with is in dire need of housing. She is due soon, and just had her lease terminated at her apartment. For limited time she can stay with family, but she must find an apartment.
I had given her a list of our resources and she had tried calling the one I most strongly recommended. All she got was voice mail, and no one called her back.
I was with her yesterday for a baby shower hosted by Truth and Mercies Prolife MInistries in partnership with Cities4Life. When I arrived, she told me thus far she'd received no response from any of the leads I had given her. So while there, I called the Christian ministry I hoped would help her with housing. Not only is housing provided, but classes and spiritual mentorship. It is just what this mama wanted and needed. Miraculously, I got someone on the line instead of voicemail.
And get this.
An apartment had JUST opened up. There is usually a huge waiting list! I handed the phone to the mama, and she set up an interview with them.
After getting off the phone, it looked like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. She said she had been feeling a little blue that morning, but now, looking out over gifts we brought that filled two rooms and knowing her housing problem might be supernaturally solved...she said she felt hopeful.
Sheryl, my cohort and long-term pro-life advocate just lost her assistant in preparing for these baby showers. She collects donations, loads and organizes them in her storage shed in the Concord, NC area, and then for each shower, lovingly packs dozens of gift bags arranged by baby's age for the first two years of the new baby's life. Then she adds in the heavy equipment such as cribs, strollers, bathing tub, bouncy seats, toys, diapers, changing tables, and sometimes even rocking chairs. On the day of the shower, she loads all that stuff which completely fills her large van, and meets the mama and the sidewalk counselor associated with that mama for a lavish shower.
She and I have run many showers together, and we tag-team well on presenting the gospel and leading up to that discussion. In this case, it was divinely orchestrated. The grandmother of the baby was there, and she told us of a devastating illness that nearly killed her. She spoke of how that brought her closer to God.
Having spent the past year dealing with breast cancer, I could totally relate. As the young mama discussed her sense of helplessness during that time, she agreed as I told her that in our weakness God is strongest. It is what I had experienced, her mom had experienced, and she herself had experienced.
We were able to discern that she did not have an assurance of heaven, feeling like many people do that it must be earned. She did understand that relationship with God was key, but she didn't quite understand what God says about how that relationship is secured.
We presented the Gospel, as we do at every opportunity, and she told us, "It makes so much sense. No one ever explained it to me that way before." Sheryl gave her a gift bag with reading material to help further illuminate the truths we had discussed. Then putting our arms around each other, we prayed together. My frozen shoulder ached but I wouldn't have broken out of that group hug for anything. God was standing there right with us.
"I feel so much better than I did this morning," she told us.
I love my work. I love my God.
If you would like to be a part of this incredible ministry, Sheryl would love 1-3 volunteers to help with organizing materials for our showers. Currently, she is doing it completely alone. Please go to her website HERE for information and contacts.