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If your name is Sheila Ross, stand up and take a bow. I want to thank you for helping me through a difficult childbirth. Though we have never met, you encouraged me.
I was apprehensive at my first pregnancy. Sharing my anxiety with an acquaintance, she said, "I was afraid the first time, too, but I knew if my friend Sheila Ross could have a baby, I could, too."
I don't know why her statement about Sheila stuck in my mind, but it did. Throughout my pregnancy when doubts would arise, I would just say to myself, "If Sheila Ross can have a baby, I can, too."
The months rolled by. Before we knew it, the forty-week mark arrived! But nothing happened. For three long weeks, I experienced no labor. An x-ray revealed that our baby was breech. The doctor hospitalized me and induced labor, anticipating it would take twelve hours before our daughter made her debut into the world. He wanted to avoid a C-section—something that would be done in a heartbeat today...
Talk about embarrassing! IT WAS EMBARRASSING! “Come on!” I thought. “Don’t these people know this elevator makes more than one trip per day—that it and the three other elevators will come back up if they miss this one?”
Our girls were with their grandparents. Waylon and I were staying in a fifty-story high-rise downtown hotel at the SBC annual meeting. Our room was on the thirty-somethingth floor.
We got in the elevator and headed down to breakfast before jetting off to the convention. It was comfortably filled when we entered, but after stopping on what seemed like every floor, it quickly became very uncomfortable. I grew tired of standing like a penguin with my arms pinned to my side, so I carefully slipped my arm up and placed my hand on my husband Waylon’s shoulder. Though we were packed in like sardines, it was still good to be away together, just the two of us.
We moved to the next floor picking up more passengers. By this time I had checked the weight capacity of the elevator t...
God loves a cheerful giver.
2 Corinthians 9:7
There’s nothing like trying to worship while wrestling with a preschooler. Helping a three-year old adjust to “big church” can be a challenge. I had a friend whose boys slept through every service, morning or evening. I wondered how church could have such a sedative effect on her boys while having just the opposite effect on our daughters. Occasionally I had the urge to pinch one of her boys just so she would know what it was like to wrestle during church like the rest of us. I never did it, but it wasn’t because I didn’t think of it!
One Sunday morning the children, including our three-year-old Emily, went forward for the children’s sermon—you know, the kind that you get more out of than your child. Some folks from church had been to Guatemala on a mission trip and had brought back coins for all the children.
The minister talked about missions for a few minutes and then said, “Today, boys and girls, I am going to give each one of you a Guatemalan coin that y...
“For I know the plans I have for you . . . plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)
Are you really living where you live? No, that’s not a mistake. I meant to ask it just like that. Many people fail to really live because they’re longing for where they came from or where they’ll be going. They’re just biding time.
When Waylon and I got married, I felt like Cinderella . . . and Dorothy. I was whisked away into the sunset by the handsome prince; but I definitely wasn’t in Kansas anymore! Being from Alabama, Louisiana isn’t the place I would have chosen to spend my life. It was an adjustment. But now, these many years later, I am so thankful. Waylon and I have had a wonderful life together. Both girls were born here—Anna in Baton Rouge and Emily in New Orleans. God has blessed us beyond measure. To live here was not my plan. But, it was God’s plan.
Living in Louisiana is a little different from living ...