I believe that every person was put on this earth for a specific purpose.  It has taken 52 years but I think The Stork Project was mine.  I am learning how to quiet my mind and trust that each need will be met.  I am coming to understand that every person is brought into my life to teach me something.   For me this is a spiritual journey and it has become a form of worship. It is how I am fulfilling my covenant with God.  

God has given gifts to each of you from his great variety of spiritual gifts. Manage them well so that God’s generosity can flow through you…Do it with all the strength and energy that God supplies. Then God will be given glory. (I Peter 4:10-11 NLT)

When there are no Welcome Bundles to give the requests from Social Workers do not come but when the shelves are full the calls come.  Someone will offer a high chair that I can’t turn down and 2 days later I get a call that begins, “I know you don’t do furniture but might you have a high chair?”   A mom needs girl clothing and I have none, but later in the day the phone rings with an offer of girl clothing.

 I have met the most amazing people along the way and they all have stories to share.  People who know what it is like to need, mom’s who want to share what they have with others and the dad who called to say he and his wife were ready to part with their son’s (now 15 years old) baby clothes.  I have been taken to 3^rd floor walk up apartments and 5 bedroom homes.  The thing that ties it all together is the love these parents showered on their babies while they were wearing the clothes.  That love is infused in the clothes and it is washed over the new mother and her baby when she opens the Welcome Bundle.

I have faith that every need will be answered and there will always be a Welcome Bundle for any baby that needs it.

   Just Pedal

       
At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping

track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether

I merited heaven, or hell when I die. He was out there,

sort of like a president. I recognized His picture

when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.

But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though

life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem

bike. and I noticed that Christ was in the back

helping me pedal.

I don't know just when it was that He suggested we

changed places, but life has not been the same since.

When I had control. I knew the way. It was rather boring,

but predictable...It was the shortest distance
between two points.

But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long

cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places at

breakneck speeds, it was all I could do to hang

on! Even though it looked like madness, He said,

 "Pedal!"

I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are

you taking me?" He laughed and didn't answer, and I

started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and

entered into the adventure. And when I'd say, "I'm
scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand.

He took me to people with gifts that I needed,

 gifts of healing, acceptance and joy. They gave me

their gifts to take on my journey, my Lord's and mine.

And we were off again.

He said, "Give the gifts away; they're extra baggage,

too much weight." So I did, to the people we met, and

I found that in giving I received, and still our burden

was light.

I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life.

I thought He'd wreck it; but He knows bike secrets,

knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, jumps

to clear high rocks, fly to shorten scary passages.
 

 I am learning to shut up and pedal in the

strangest places, and I'm beginning to enjoy the cool

breeze on my face with my delightful
constant companion, Christ.

And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore,

He smiles and says...

" Just Pedal."