It happened smack dab in the middle of our Job season.
You know, Job in the Bible.
God let him be tested.
The enemy stripped him of everything, and while he did question God,
he never cursed God or renounced his faith.
During our Job years we were betrayed,
our marriage was tested,
our children suffered agonizing loss.
During that dark time, one Sunday, while meeting with the remnant left of our little church,
in our little hole in the wall rented space,
a young teen with a baby girl barely two months old and already pregnant again,
came into our lives.
That baby girl and the little boy, yet to be born, eventually became our legally adopted grandchildren.
In our darkest season, when we felt the most helpless and hopeless,
God used our family and church to make a difference for one little girl, one little boy and their birth mother.
When we read statistics like these:
we can begin to feel hopeless and helpless.
Yet, there are people at work behind the scenes, making a difference, one person at a time.
I am proud to be a part of the blogging team for The Exodus Road.
This week the founder, marketing director and two bloggers are making their first ever blogging for rescue trip.
Won't you follow along, pray and consider giving?
Use this link to donate and mark your donation The Exodus Road.
Together, we can make a difference, one rescue at a time.