But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. ~ Hebrews 11:6
My husband and I are moving from the house where we raised our children. We’ve lived here for twenty-two years. Just thinking of the piles of “must keeps” we have to clear out is knee buckling. We decided for the sake of thoroughness to move slowly. Carefully sifting each pile keeping only what is necessary. It’s a lot of work. Not to mention that life continues to happen on its usual timeline.
When life is this busy I tend to forget that the world is a supernatural place. The place where Joshua stopped the sun. The same place where Peter walked on water. It’s the same place. Our God is the same God. We call and He answers, sometimes with miraculous results.
My husband and I had been trying to get pregnant for over a year when I wrote a prayer in my Bible asking God for two children. My prayer on October 10th 1991 requested a boy first and then whatever He wanted. Back then infertility treatment was new. It consisted of shots to grow follicles and a shot to release the follicles to complete the cycle. There were doctor’s appointments, shots and ultrasounds, and more shots. There was waiting. A lot of waiting. Hopes up. Hopes deflated. Nearly five years passed.
Then it was January of 1996. We’d been through the preliminary round of medicine. The follicles were growing but nothing ripened properly. The doctor gave us an extra couple of days to give them a chance to mature. We went in for a last ultrasound to determine if I would get the shot to complete the cycle that day. The follicles just didn’t do right. All of them were big, but none of them were at the right stage.
While washing his hands the doctor said, “We’re going to give you the shot, but it’s not going to work. I’ll see you next month.”
A tingle shot down my spine.
After further instructions to the nurse, and goodbyes to my husband and I, the doctor left the room.
I turned to my husband. “Medicine just gave up.”
Two to three weeks later I was in for another ultrasound. Twins.
Our twins were born on October 10th 1996. Our son first, twenty minutes later his sister. Five years to the day that I asked for them in my Bible. They are God’s gift of Grace to their father and me.
Sifting through those knee buckling piles reminds me that The Age of Miracles is not passed. God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Same God. Same world. We call, He answers and shows us great and might things.
The Dollmaker’s Daughter gets its title from characters in The Shopkeeper’s Widow. Ann Wright Archer is adventurous and entrepreneurial. Her bold approach to life is born in her daughter Amity although it comes out in a very different way.
Forgetful scientist Simon Morgan lost his chance with Amity Archer ten years ago. He knows there is no hope…until a sea captain trades a meal for an ancient stone reputed to have the power to give him his heart’s desire. Immediately after pocketing the stone, Simon runs into Amity. Did the ancient artifact cause this chance encounter or was it mere coincidence?
Like her favorite travel writer Mrs. Peabody, Amity Archer yearns for adventure, but she’s horrified when her father asks Simon Morgan to escort her on her first real adventure.
With Amity’s Aunt Clementine as a buffer between them, will Simon be able to prove that his love for Amity is real? Can Amity show Simon that her love for him has nothing to do with a so-called magical rock?
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Izzy James is a writer of Inspirational Contemporary and
Historical Romance. She lives in coastal Virginia with her
fantastic husband in a house brimming with books.
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