Christmas Eve 2005 was especially hard for me and the last thing I felt like doing was baking pie.
My husband, Adams, and I had been praying for a baby for over three years at this point, but despite even the best of medical efforts, I had not conceived even once. The thought of waking up to another quiet Christmas morning was painful to say the least.
However, it was my job to bring a pie to the “Happy Birthday, Jesus” party that we always celebrate with my family on Christmas Eve. I found a recipe for “Miracle Pie” that my grandmother, Adelene, used to bake and I thought it was totally fitting. I needed a miracle in the worst way.
I remember crying out to the Lord with every ingredient that I added, reciting over and over again Psalm 37:4, “Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” Within the past three years He had been teaching me what it meant to truly delight myself in Him first and then hold on to the promise that He would be faithful to give me the desires of my heart…in His perfect timing and in His own way.
He didn’t answer me back that night, but I decided that I was going to give Him all the hurt, all the failed procedures, and all the dashed hopes. As I watched the Miracle Pie rise in the oven, I could feel my hope begin to rise as well.
We celebrated Jesus that night and even though the next morning was unbearably quiet, I could feel a new year coming.
And indeed it did come. By that next year we were pregnant with our own Adelene and I was reminded once again that He truly is the God of miracles.
What miracle are you waiting on the Lord to do? Share with me.