There have been moments in my life when God has spoken to me in a still small voice.
There have been moments when he has shouted my name.
But the moments I love best are when He speaks through circumstances that can not be explained away.
As I've mentioned before my husband is adopted. One of the things that is unique to adoption is that sometimes a child has their name changed when they move to their new home. In my husbands case this was true--he actually got to choose his new name, but that's a whole other story. Anyway, not many people know his birth name, but he told me what it was when we were dating. I didn't think too much about it at the time--just stored it away in my memory.
When we pursued adoption for the first time we prayed that God would somehow let us know when "our" baby came along. We would get calls about a particular baby, and we always prayed that same prayer.
Then one day we received a call about a little 9 month old boy. My heart pounded as the social worker gave me details over the phone. She told me about his background--the foster family he was with--what he looked like, and the name the foster family had given him. Then she spoke some words that froze me in my tracks. She said, "his birth name is............." I must have gasped audibly for she asked what was wrong.
"That was my husbands birth name" I said, and that's when I heard it.
"This one is YOURS!"
