Something New


God is certainly up to something new in my life, and I can't wait to share it with you.


The only hiccup?


Well, let's just say as soon as I switched my website from WordPress to WiX, I lost some followers. Eek. This means those longtime followers may not read about this something new I'm itching to share with you. I'd sure love to find my favorite friends again, but I'll leave this in the Big Mans hands and see how He leads.


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Win-win.


That's all my sweet friends. Read on and be encouraged with a sneak peak of Day 5 from my soon to be downloadable 40-Day Devotional for the Newly Diagnosed, from a Former Professional Patient. My prayer is that each post leaves you filled with less fear, and more faith.


In His hands,

Dabney




{Day 5}


“For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.”

~ Isaiah 43:19 NLT


Chemotherapy is a blessing, and a curse.


A blessing because my grueling stem cell transplant, which (thank you, Jesus!) eradicated the cancerous cells from my body had also thrown my reproductive system into premature menopause at the lovely age of 27.


No one in their 20s wants to hear this type of news.


Really, God? rumbled around in my brain as I learned to cope with the diagnoses from multiple infertility specialists that said I’d no longer be capable of birthing a baby. Oddly enough, a few weeks passed when a missionary visited our church and shared how many infants lived in limbo in China without a family to care for them.


How could this be?


I’m begging God for just one more angel to hold, and there were thousands desperate for caretakers? A new sensation filled my heart, one of hope unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Yes, I wanted more biological children. That’s my raw, selfish confession, but there was something different brewing in my gut that kept me awake at night. I could love a sweet Chinese baby and cherish her just as much as any other child born from my body.


I loved kids!


Always have. And this mama had so much more to give, especially since that longing in my heart daily reminded me that something was missing. I needed to take steps to quiet the voice that our home was not yet complete.


So, I asked my husband if we could, you know, adopt? To my chagrin, I received a very firm, “No.”


What? Was all I could think. God, why would you put this idea in my heart if You didn’t intend on fulfilling the desire?


So, I prayed.


Really prayed.


Around the clock, every time I looked at my spouse, prayed that God would soften his heart.


One night we stopped by a local restaurant to dine on their yummy crisp salad, complete with not-so-good-for you crunchy fried chicken strips. We chatted and ate away, all the while this little brown-haired girl kept popping up from behind my husband’s head while he sat in a booth. She giggled at our then four-year-old Maddie, who happened to be sitting next to me on the bench. This precious little girl would hide behind the vinyl backed booth, and another minute later, spring up and grin from ear to ear with a chuckle. Maddie scooched out from beside me and walked over to her to play. That’s when my husband and I turned around to see the sweet girls walking away, giggling, and holding hands.


My heart melted.


Her almond-shaped eyes took a quick peek over her shoulder, and looked at Jason, and she beamed. Jason then started asking her blonde haired, blue eyed parent’s questions. Things like,


“How long did it take to adopt? Has she adjusted? What agency did you use?”


And the list continued.


Honestly, I didn’t clue in to the why behind his plethora of questions until we walked back to the car, and strapped Maddie into her booster seat. He then said he had something to share, and suddenly pulled me tight to his chest, weeping.


And that’s when it happened.


He said God just told him we were supposed to adopt a baby from China, that all it took was meeting another sweet girl and watching her interact with Maddie for him to feel the tug on his heart and realize the genuine vacancy in our family.


Tears welled in my eyes as I felt like this huge hug from heaven suddenly wrapped around my shoulders, as if God was saying:


“I am about to do something new, Dabney. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?”

Living in this desert land of bareness without answers for far too long closely mimicked our Scripture described in Isaiah 43:19; and here God was making a pathway through the wilderness like He promises.


Sometimes, things don’t turn out the way we want them to.



Yes, I wanted more biological children, but this new path, this most amazing idea of a double blessing of saving a baby and filling my home with extra joy, was an idea I would’ve never thought of had my womb not been sealed shut.


All I know is that my closed reproductive system opened our hearts toward adopting a precious baby girl right after my 31st birthday.


You guys, sometimes, God is about to do something new, and it’s right around the corner.


Keep hoping.


Keep believing.


Keep praying for Him to open your eyes to the next step you’re supposed to take.


Because that wasteland you’re walking through right now? Yeah, that one. Be on the lookout for a river that may spring up at any moment.






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Write down what God whispered to your heart:

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Believe that God is about to do something new and write out a sentence stating exactly what you you’re hoping for. It may be, “Lord, thank you for showing my doctor the right medication to prescribe to heal my body,” or, “Thank you for leading me to an amazing job that will be an answer to prayer.” Whatever God said, jot this down:

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“Faith begins where your understanding ends.”

~ Pastor Mike Todd, Transformation Church, Tulsa, OK




“Don’t be afraid,” he said, “for you are very precious to God. Peace! Be encouraged!

Be strong!” As he spoke these words to me, I suddenly felt stronger and

said to him, “Please speak to me, my lord, for you have strengthened me.”

~ Daniel 10:19 NLT



“As soon as I pray, you answer me; you encourage me by giving me strength.”

~ Psalm 138:3 NLT

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