When I visited Hannah and Brady with their newly adopted baby, Sydney Grace, one Sunday afternoon a strange little trail of small children came to the door. One by one, their friends brought their children by to hold the new baby. Here was the child they had prayed for!
Allie, the 5 year old pictured here, prayed for a baby for Hannah and Brady every night for two years. When she heard that Sydney had come, she spontaneously began to sing the words to the old hymn, “Great is Thy Faithfulness.”
Nothing in the miracle of this adoption has touched me more deeply than the chorus of prayer that God raised up in the last few months. And a good portion of that prayer came in the voices of children, a tribe of little prayer warriors God appears to have chosen for such a task.
It touches me deeply because I know that Hannah and Brady have watched their friends have babies…and babies and babies. And they’ve loved those children even though it scraped raw the longings of their own hearts.
I can’t believe I got to watch their little faces come to the door, filled with the expectancy of Christmas morning. This child they’d prayed for, here at last. They got to hold the answer to their prayers!
Is it not freshly amazing how God takes the thing in our lives that ignites our pain and longing, He enters it and out of the crucible of that very pain, He actually fashions our deliverance?
Truly, He gives beauty for ashes. (Isaiah 61:3)