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The Impossible

Do you remember a sentence you spoke to someone, oh, let's say, 20+ years ago? One sentence out of a thousand days remembered clearly. A couple I knew from church had tried to have a baby for many years. After multiple tries, it became apparent that pregnancy was physically impossible so they turned to the avenue of adoption. They were a wonderful, loving couple who had their acts together after rough teenage and young adult lives. Their combined history caused red flags and no luck on regular avenues of adoption. Then they were introduced to a teenager, alone and pregnant. She did not want the baby, but they did. They did everything right. They did everything legally. They did everything in a loving manner. The nursery was set up and waiting. After nine months they welcomed a baby girl into their home.

Then the teen met a young man. She did not want the baby, but they did want a baby. After three months, she asked for the baby back. This was her legal right. No one can fathom the devastation in their lives or the crushing pain in their hearts. Just walking past the cold and empty room where the nursery still existed ... Well, you can imagine.

I have never been one to try to fill up hurting hearts with empty words to give false hope, but something in me walked up to my friends, so visibly crushed and angry and emotionally exhausted. I said, "I do not believe it is over." They looked at me with steel-eyed resignation and bitterness and said, "We don't have any more faith to believe that." I said, "That's okay, I will have faith for you." Well, now I was duty-bound to spend days and nights praying for this couple.

Two months later, the teen became pregnant with her boyfriend's baby. This would be their baby. The five-month-old baby girl was no longer needed and my friends were contacted once again. They spent the requisite waiting period holding their breath until the adoption was final. And then this baby completed their family unit.

Switching to today, I have a friend who has been dealing with substance abuse for many, many years. I hear from him when he is doing well. When I do not hear from him I worry there is a reason, and not a good one. Sometimes he is busy working on his life. Sometimes he has fallen into darkness. My mother knew him years before I did and she worried about him and told him so many times. I guess I inherited her worry for him. That means he has had decades of someone who worries about him. In that way, at least, he is not alone, even when he is on his self-imposed island of despair. I pray for him and ask for faith for him when I think, he has no faith in himself. (Happy Birthday, my friend)

Even when someone is at the "END" and hope is gone, strength is depleted, or the thought of tomorrow is intolerable and there is nothing you can do to help, make sure that person knows you see them. You see their pain and suffering. You are there when they feel there is no one. That may be all you can do but sometimes that is all you are called to do. Of course, I have prayer on my tool belt which gives me the power to replenish my faith for others.

Now faith is the

substance of things hoped for,

the evidence of

things not seen.

Hebrews 11:1





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Kim Doninger
Kim Doninger
05 févr.
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Thanks for the reminder to let people know you see them, and care

J'aime

Lisa Staudohar
Lisa Staudohar
25 janv.
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amazing writing and inspiration

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