How God sometimes answers prayers in the most unexpected way

At Omar and Savannah's Rehearsal Dinner, I took the opportunity to share a personal story with Savannah and our close family and friends about the way God answered a prayer of mine that started about 22 years ago.

In 2003 we lived at the back of a neighborhood called Stone Lake in Tomball. We started planning for our 3rd child but as each month passed, I grew more and more irritated with God. He wasn’t answering my prayers like I planned. 

During that time I went on a retreat and at that retreat we did an activity of picking a stone that had a word engraved. 

I chose the stone with the word “Hope” engraved on it because I had hope that God would answer our prayers and give us another child. I thought that if he gives us a girl, I may use Hope in her name.

Finally, after a couple years go by, we found out we were pregnant. But in September 2005 during the threat of Hurricane Rita, we lost that baby. It was devastating. It was not just the loss of a child but the loss of my dream for my family. 

However, the Lord in his kindness eventually led us to adoption. When we found out we were chosen to be the parents of a tiny baby girl, we had to decide on her name. A few years had passed since we first started the process and we had a few ideas for girl names. I loved the names Macy, Rachel, Savannah. Our adoption agency asked that we keep one name given by the birth parents. We had both agreed on giving our daughter the name Rachel by this time and planned to call her by that name. But when I learned that her birth mother had given her the name Savannah I felt like it was a wink from God, and we named our daughter Savannah Rachel. 

After we adopted our Savannah, we added 4 more children to our family, including Omar. And nine years later, God brought a young lady into Omar’s life who is now becoming his wife. 

This young lady was born in 2005, the same year we lost our child. When she started dating our son, we found out she lived about 100 yards from our old house in Stone Lake where I had prayed and prayed for a child. And her name? Savannah Hope. Her parents chose “Hope” as her middle name at the time I had a shiny little stone displayed on my desk, reminding me of the hope I had for my family. Now she will become my daughter-in-law. So I want to give this stone to you, Savannah, as a reminder that sometimes the Lord has a way of answering our prayers in the most unexpected way. 

 

Omar & Savannah's Rehearsal Dinner

We just got back from a beautiful wedding weekend celebrating Omar and his bride, Savannah. This is our 3rd wedding in just over a year and with the three celebrations we've had, I have figured out that the Rehearsal Dinner night is one of my favorite parts. We have a time of sharing where close family and friends get to stand up and share with the couple what they mean to them, how they appreciate their friendship, and of course, funny memories!

I am including what I shared about Omar at their Rehearsal Dinner (mostly because some have asked me for it) so in honor of the newlyweds, here we go:

Before we adopted, I had a recurring dream of a little boy with a round face and big smiling eyes looking up at me. I would wake up and think "That's my son" and say a prayer for him wondering where he might be. Now when I remember that dream, I see Omar’s face. I'm thankful God gave us you, Omar. 

Some of you may know we adopted Omar from Colombia when he was seven years old. He only spoke Spanish when he first came to us. Omar repeated a couple of phrases many times a day when we first adopted him.

The first was “Me acompanas?” “Will you join me?” Whether he was going out to the back yard or just to the back room, he would look up at you with his sweet round face and big green eyes, and through a smile ask, “Me acompanas?” He didn’t want to go anywhere alone. Not to play, not to school, not to bed and not even to the bathroom!

It was probably a mix of wanting the company but also getting used to his new family and new surroundings. A lot of change occurred in his first seven years.  

Omar’s phrase reminds me of someone else that has said something similar. Jesus invites us to join Him. We have that invitation every day multiple times a day when we have opportunities to love other people and serve those in need. 

The second phrase that Omar often repeated was “Mira! Mira!” “Look! Look!” Omar has always been able to pick up anything athletic quickly. He learned how to do flips on the trampoline and on the ground. He could walk a tight rope with ease. Jumping on a pogo stick, skate boarding, water skiing, tree climbing…Omar could pick up, climb up, glide on anything in a flash. He excelled in any sport he tried. Gymnastics, football, track, and he set swimming records in the 8^th grade as if he had been a swimmer his whole life.

Anytime we had guests at the house or when Omar learned something new, he exclaimed “Mira Mira” and ran out to show off what he could do or he proudly brought his creative work for us to admire. 

This phrase also reminds me of the times God reveals His glory for us to admire…sometimes a colorful sunset, a vast starry sky when we can get away from city lights, or the delight of cardinals calling from the trees close by…these are all times God is saying “Look! Look!” and we can enjoy His handiwork and marvel at His works.

Some things have not changed. Omar has found the one to join him in life and Savannah is the most important person for him to ask, “Me acompanas?” “Will you join me?” The day he asked her to marry him, he looked at her with those big green eyes, and with a smile, asked that familiar question to the most important person to receive it.

He will now have a lifetime to exclaim, “Look Look!” as they start their adventures together exploring all God has for them in the years to come.

Momaw's Handiwork

My mom has spent more than 40 years making quilts. She started when my sister got married by making a quilt for the newlyweds. As each of her kids got married, she made a quilt for the couple as a gift for their wedding. She continued as each grandchild arrived, choosing unique designs, colors and pieces for each one. And by God’s abundant grace, she continues to make quilts for her great-grandchildren.

Her quilts are more than personal masterpieces or cloth kaleidoscopes. They express her love and care in the most precious way as her prayers for her family outnumber the stitches on each quilt. Her patient, careful work is like the work of our heavenly Father who is creating something beautiful out of our lives. She carefully lays out all the pieces and decides how to place them in the overall design. She may rearrange them as she sees fit. She knows what the finished product will look like. She thoughtfully chooses the border to compliment the colors in the pattern.

As she has gotten older, her arthritis has worsened and some days it makes it nearly impossible to quilt. However, her determination to complete it before the great grandbaby arrives keeps her working through the pain and stiffness.

We surprised her for her 80^th birthday, adorning the living room with her handiwork. Everyone who could make it brought their quilt to take a picture with it and the main character. Jeremy and my brother held up each quilt as a backdrop to the photo with my mom and the receiver standing in front of it. I am not sure who was more grateful. The one who received the quilt or my mom as she stood next to each one arms around their backs and smiling. It was a joy to honor her in this way.

Our quilts are displayed on quilt racks in the corner of our rooms, used for extra warmth on our beds and couches, and have occasionally served as the main bedspread. When I look at them I am reminded of the lovely mom I have. She has mourned the times she has felt inadequate as a mom and for the times she wishes she could go back and do something differently…better. Her quilts are a picture of how imperfection can be lovely too. They show us that it is okay to be who we are and not always get it right. But when we display them in our living rooms or on our beds or wrap up in their warmth, there is so much more beauty and goodness and gratefulness. Her quilts are treasured gifts and so is my mom.