Sometimes God comes through. I don't mean He doesn't always come through. I mean sometimes when I least expect it, least deserve it, and have spent the least amount of time asking for it, He comes through. In His big grand way. And answers the prayers I have not known how to pray.
I am living in the middle of proof that money makes a mess of family court. The sperm donor landed himself a Philly girl with rich parents. And the legal documents thrown my way are endless and horrifying. Sometimes I get discouraged. Sometimes I want to give up. And then the pastor talks about remembering whose battle this really is. Paul did not consider himself a prisoner of the Romans, though they held him. He considered him a prisoner of Christ, for whom he served.
So I don't fight a battle of my own. This blue eyed angel was created for a reason, protected for a reason, and given to me for a reason, so I will not give up. I started this week with that simple prayer, facing the 2nd of 2 abusive, cornered-in-opposing-council's-office, videotaped and hassled depositions. And God comes through. The depositions been cancelled. The pressure is off. Hallelujah!!
