**Note: This blog post originally appeared on our family blog we had when we lived in New Mexico. It popped up in my "memories" on Facebook today, and it's just one of those I don't want to forget. We've added another child to our mix now, and they have both long outgrown these shirts, but our life is full. Sometimes, still, I need to be reminded of the truth that God always hears and always answers ... always.
In July 2011, I had the great opportunity to direct a second summer season of Glorieta Family Camps. Robert and I often reminisce about how incredible these camps were – if not for those attending then, at very least, for us. We loved running Family Camp. (I say “we” because Robert was such a huge part of my ministry at Glorieta.) During this summer, though, I was emotionally weary. I had hoped and prayed for us to have a child for months and months. Though this wasn’t something I talked about to many people, the opportunity presented itself to share this with the families there during one week of that camp. They prayed for me. They prayed for Robert. They prayed for the child (or children) we would one day have. And, in April of 2012, our precious Ande arrived!
I saved a few little shirts from that summer, in hopes that one day I would have a little one who could help me remember the fun we had at that camp! As Ande wore it for the first time today, I couldn’t help but think of how God answered this specific prayer for us. And, I am constantly reminded of how God always hears us and always answers us, often in ways we least expect.