One July morning, the Lord gave me a verse, a hope to cling to, a quiet confidence. That day was July 23, 2000. The 23rd day of every month will always be one of my favorite days. You can call me sentimental. I am. Before God gave us our son, every day that I realized was the 23rd day of the month brought me hope and faith. Now it brings me joy, and I praise Him.
I wrote about this in one of my earlier posts: Psalm 113:9 God’s Promise. If you read 5 Psalms a day each month, you will come to Psalms 111-115 on the 23rd day. That particular day on July 23rd in 2000, I read Psalm 113:9 – “He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the Lord.”
Most months, the 23rd day passed without incident, but sometimes – a couple of times a year – that day proved to be very difficult regarding our infertility. I would look to God for hope or encouragement or reassurance and realize it was the 23rd. If I had missed reading Psalms that day, I would soon realize what verses I would be covering. It would make me smile – or smile and cry at the same time. I knew God was still in control, and my heart would be comforted.
I want you to know you can count on me to be praying for you on the 23rd day of every month until you have a baby. I pray for the barren women I know by name and their particular situation or specific prayer request. Even if I don’t know you by name, I pray for everyone who has subscribed to my blog or who might read this post and beg God to do the same for you and turn your hope and faith into joy and praise.