Adoption, Faith Journey

A Priest, A Deaconess, and a Baptist

A Priest, A Deaconess, and a Baptist

A Priest, A Deaconess, and a Baptist


A Priest, A Deaconess, and a Baptist: September 21, 2011. We all work together at the store, and we seriously write our jokes ūüôā


It was hard when we, as a family, decided that I needed to return to work. I cried, A LOT because I’m a creature of habit. I need routine, and it rocks me to my core when it is shaken. Controlling? Maybe. I know that I like what I like, and change is not one thing that I want.


My whole world changed.


My kids went back to PS, and my oldest was still being homeschooled, but our whole life turned upside down. I was blessed when I got my job. THE SLOWEST WOMAN trained me ON THE PLANET, but she is the sweetest thing…ever, genuine, honest, and stable.


When I got assigned my department, a regal-looking gentleman with kind eyes and a radio-worthy voice caught my eye. I wanted to know who he was because he happened to work in my department, and frankly, I needed all the help I could get, not knowing anything from anything.




I introduced myself and quickly learned that he was attending school to be a deacon in his local church. To my credit, I didn’t realize there was a “school” for a deacon. So I went ahead, took the plunge, and yelled out my thoughts (completely unsanctified thoughts). The question came up about where he went to church. My sweet Priest stated that he was Catholic and that they were going back to their Biblical roots of positions in the church.


Enthralled is one emotion I felt, and I wanted to learn more. I began asking questions like, “so, what’s up with the Pope?” “What do you do, and why do you kneel/stand so much?” Please, “explain the hierarchy of the church and their positions.” He answered every question, and he still does to this day. He is very tolerant and understanding of my ignorance. Clearly, he knows God and Jesus and loves them both dearly.


I am blessed.


He sees me when I’m having an “off” day and tells me to get busy before I break down. Frequently, he hugs me when I need it. After one tough day, he told me to get busy. He walked up to me and said with love in his eyes, “this means more to me than anything, and I’m giving it to you for peace.” It was a beautiful¬†rosary. This link also shows you how to pray the rosary.


I knew the magnitude of this gift, but he explained the prayers that you pray using the rosary. Finally, it encouraged me to pray. He has walked through the aisles, at work, and prayed over me. Also, he has sent me emails of prayer. A precious soul, this man has been to me.




Now, onto the Deaconess. She hasn’t been working with us long, but she is a short firecracker of a woman. She is completely and utterly in love with the Lord and her family. She doesn’t see working at our job as a “job.” She sees it as a mission from God. She looks at every opportunity to witness and tell people about her faith. Amazingly, she is an encourager, a protector, a friend, and a confidant and oozes grace and dignity.


She is not shy about her faith. For example, she has laid hands on me, with customers waiting, and prayed over me. Also, she held me when I cried. She has cried with me. She has told me repeatedly, “speak it into existence.” It will be. Watch your mouth and don’t let that negative stuff come out, don’t speak negativity into existence. I’m continually saying something and then catching myself because I think she will hear me and whop me outside the head for expressing negativity.


Be positive. Wait on God.


During this adoption’s trials, I learned that it is okay to cry. That I can be mad, that I can be sad, that it is okay to talk to people. I hold so much inside. I don’t like to burden people or feel like I’m regularly playing the same tune on the violin. Between my Wednesday night girls, my Deaconess, and my Priest, I’m surrounded by love, prayers, and understanding during my hard times. Sadly, there have been so very many.


Our trial is soon coming to an end.


God will bring my child home before the year mark is up. I’m speaking that out in the Name of Jesus. I’m so thankful that God has seen fit to bless me at work with such influential people of faith during this time. He has blessed me with a strong family of faith and a strong church of faith. When your daughter sends you messages at work that says, “mom, I love you, and remember to CLAIM IT.” I know that God is working, and He is showing my family and me His grace and mercies throughout this challenging year.


A Priest, A Deaconess, and a Baptist


The year is ending, and my son will be home by next month. I’m choosing to believe. These people will forever be a part of J’s story. My Priest saw me through the darkest of times. He prayed faithfully for me while we folded jeans at JC Penney’s.


I am so thankful that the Lord placed His people in my path. They have loved, supported, and encouraged me along the way.