Believe Boldly
The Cure of the Cross BY ERICA WILLIS
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leaned forward to take it all in. The dark room was lit by the large television hanging on the wall, illuminating the outline of little hands and a button nose. I sat wideeyed, staring at the sonogram with watery eyes. This baby—MY baby— was moving about the screen, making the most of her temporary home in her mother’s belly. I sat nearby the two of them, in awe of this mother’s strength to place her baby for adoption. The weight of motherhood settled further into the crevices of my heart and deep in my gut that day. We waited four years for God to bring this baby into our family. It was four years until we would cradle her in our arms. Four years imagining a promise we couldn’t yet see with our eyes but felt in our hearts. Isn’t that what faith is, after all? Believing in the
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things we cannot see; no matter what. We trusted the small voice of God until what we felt became what we saw. Though I couldn’t see her, I knew she was there. Mary, the mother of Jesus, must have felt this same anticipation of her baby boy. God spoke over her the promise of the child she would mother, telling of a future that set captives free and radically changed the entire world. As he grew in size and wisdom, she must have questioned if he would become the man she believed he was destined to be. Would His future greatness ever exist? Would this baby really be hers? Though she couldn’t see it, she knew He was there. It’s human nature to look for a move of God before we trust God. And in the minutes and days and years it appears He isn’t working on our behalf, we grow in
