An Answer to a Prayer
Last year I had prayed to God to "give me a voice." At that time I was feeling shut in, not able to communicate as I would like to. I felt I had something to say but no way of saying it. Also fear. . .the kind of fear you feel when you stand in front of a group of people to speak. So I prayed to God to give me the voice that I needed.
A few days later at work, I was offered a promotion - general manager. This would put me in charge of everyone in the office. I really could not believe it. I thought, "This is not the 'voice' that I had been thinking of, but perhaps this is God answering my prayer." After all, to lead others you have to have a voice!
I dived into this new position with excitement and enthusiasm. Excited for this new opportunity but also excited that God had answered my prayer. My excitement and enthusiasm did not last long. As the months passed, I realized that I did not have a voice after all. Most decisions were not mine to make. My co-workers did not take kindly to their peer now being the 'boss.'
At the same time I was struggling to find meaning and answers to what I was doing at work, I became more involved in church. I always loved to sing, so I was invited to join the praise team. In August, I was asked if I would like to assist Karen in teaching Sunday School for the upcoming year - I was thrilled! I found the best days of my week were Sundays and Wednesday nights (praise team practice night). In the fall, I helped to create a new website for the church. Learning that we are called to be a witness to the works of the Lord, I added this blog to the site so that others can share their stories.
I decided in December that I was not equipped to be a general manager. It was a hard request to make, but I asked to go back to my previous position and part time hours as the marketing director. In all honesty, I should have declined the position when it was first offered. . .I knew in my heart then that it was not what I should be doing. But I thought God was answering my prayer and I needed to follow Him.
Just this past Sunday, February 19th, in a discussion with the children about the parable of the lost sheep, I realized that God had answered my prayer after all. When we are lost sometimes the path back is not a straight and easy one. There may be lessons to learn along the way. We can pray for the answer, but what we think is the answer is not necessarily so. God does show us the way back in a way and time that is best for us.
Here is the voice that God has given me: I am a member of the praise team singing out praise to the Lord every Sunday (and every day), I teach Sunday School to children where I learn more myself each week, I was asked to co-chair the Witness Ministry which is called to share the good news to others - what an amazing voice to have! Some prayers are answered over time. I am quite confident that God is still at work on this one for me because I still have much to learn about having a voice.
God does answer prayers.
John & Sara Vogt Adoption Story
(Revised 10/15/2011 and February 2017)
Our adoption story began back in 1949. I was an orphan with no hope and no future. But the Lord promises to be a Father to the fatherless and care for the orphan. In His great mercy and love God cared for me and gave me the best Dad and Mom that any kid could have. My parents lavished me with love and provision, and they taught me about Jesus and God's love for me. Two years later they adopted another little boy and gave me the gift of a brother. My name is John, and my brother was named Jim. You may remember James and John in the Bible, "THE SONS OF THUNDER" - well Dad and Mom had it right when they named us. Five years later Dad and Mom were surprised with our little sister by birth, Catharine Jean Vogt. They had not done anything different to conceive her. Up until that point, Mom's womb was closed. I know that the enemy is at work in an effort to ruin our lives and destroy our hopes and dreams. I also know that all things truly do work together for good for those you love the Lord and that Papa God is the blessed controller of all things. I am so grateful to the Lord that my sister was late coming into our family. If she had been born first, I would not be here today writing this story.
He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord. In 1969 the Lord helped me find Sara. One day when Sara and I were talking about our future together, Sara told me that her doctors have determined that she would never be able to have children. Sara knew how much I love kids and it was important to her that we talked about this before our wedding. I reassured her of my love and told her that God could help us build a family through the blessings of adoption. We wanted a son and a daughter. I can still remember that evening when I had a heart to heart talk with my Mom and shared with her how Sara would not be able to carry children in her womb but would carry them in her heart and that we would be adopting. Mom and I tearfully embraced as we remembered what the Lord had done for us. Sara and I were united in marriage August 21, 1971.
Then one summer night in June of 1973 I was lying on the floor of our living room in Arlington, VA in great pain. I had ruptured two discs in my back, and I could hardly move. I could not sleep in a bed. Sara came in to comfort me and joined me there on the floor. That night as we embraced we realized that we had very little going for us... no home, just a small one bedroom apartment, no money, employment threatened because of my ruptured discs and no children with Sara's womb closed. It was in this darkness that I called out to God. It was actually a proclamation of faith in the midst of total frustration. I believe my exact words were... "If God wants us to have a baby we will have a baby." Approximately four weeks later Sara believed that she was pregnant. The docs said, "no way... that would be physically impossible." But on March 28, 1974, the God of the impossible gave us a son. We named him John Regis Vogt. We call him Regis after my Dad the man who took me in his arms and loved me to life when I was an orphan.
The Lord blessed us with a son but where was our little girl? We knew that the Lord could do the impossible and open Sara's womb again, after all, we had living proof of that in the blessing of our son. As the years went by our hopes for a daughter began to fade. We had moved to Washington, DC and life was very busy. We poured our lives into loving our son and working hard in our broadcasting careers at WCTN Radio serving our nation's capital area. We came to the place where we were no longer thinking about more children. I was over 50, and Sara was now $#%#^& :). For some reason, God never gave us our girl. Sometimes I would think... maybe He couldn't trust me with a girl. Maybe I would break her. Girls are very fragile.
It's Valentine's Day today. The day we tell our parents, children, grandchildren and spouses that we love them. But today I want to say "I love you" to some that I would not ordinarily say "I love you" to. To the UPS driver that got stuck in the ditch across from my house two weeks ago and admitted he was having a very bad day, "I love you." To the man at Weis Market that collects the grocery carts from the parking lot who never smiles, "I love you and I will continue to say hello and smile at you each time I am there to shop." To Kayla at Tops who does finally smile when I see her, "I love you." To Heidi who I only just met a few months ago and who pushes on no matter how many times she visits the hospital, "I love you - you are amazing." To the tenants that moved out of my apartment and still owe three months back rent, "I love you." To the people that I disagree with and often find infuriating, "I love you." To those I have met in the past and to those I have yet to meet, "I love you."
It's easy to love more than just the people you are closest to if you have Jesus in your heart. . .
Whiter Than Snow
Written by Russell Mee
Winter can seem so dark and depressing with all the sad and gloomy days and very little sun. The mud and dirt seems to follow you everywhere you go, it’s on your car, your shoes, on the road and everywhere around you.
But have you ever noticed in the morning after a fresh snowfall, how clean the world seems to be? The contrast is incredible, the morning sun glistens in the newly fallen snow, and everything seems to be revived and vivid with the fresh white blanket draped over it. The evergreens are low to the ground, heavy laden with the beauty of white snow. The children go outside and build snowmen and their gloom is lifted as they laugh and play. The once dark and muddy roads are now pristine. Finally all the mud and gloom seems to be covered and wiped away by the freshness of the snow.
Our sin is like the muck, mud, and dirt of a dark ugly winter’s day, it attaches itself to us and comes with us everywhere we go. We can become dark and heavy with the burden of it.
But we must confess our sins, just like David’s cry out to God saying, “Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean, wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.” -Psalm 51:7. And if we do so we will receive the grace and forgiveness of God and he will clean us so that we might start the day new again. We are renewed and the sun reflects off of our bright new clean body and onto those around us. The heavy burden of sin is miraculously taken off of our shoulders and replaced with the freeing grace and beauty of God. We should feel cleaner and whiter than snow after a confession and repentance of sins.
But after a while the roads become dirtied and brown as we fall back into our sin. The only way to regain the cleanliness of the new snow is to repent of our sins again and watch as the Lord lets the snowfall of his grace fall all around us.
Let us pray- Lord please forgive us of our sins and make us whiter than snow, help us to stay clean but when we fail please help us return to you that we might be made pure again in your sight.
God's grace can be seen all around us. He touches us and moves us in many ways. Please share your experience as each of us are called to be a witness to His works.
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