Memorial Box Monday: You Know The Mayor?

Two weeks ago I told the story of our journey in adopting two of our children while living in The Philippines from 1974-1976. There is a final chapter in that book and I would like to share it today as part of Memorial Box Monday. Linny over at A Place Of Simplicity started the MBM as a way to remember God's goodness in our lives. A memory box hangs on our walls to keep objects in that remind us of God's love and faithfulness ~ especially when we need it. Please go to her blog http://www.aplaceofsimplicity.blogspot.com/ to get the whole story of Memorial Box Monday. Link up and share your own stories or read those of others. It will strengthen your faith and put a smile on your face!

About 10 days before we were to leave The Philippines and Clark Air Force Base behind to come back to America, we still had not gotten our official documents from the lawyers involved in our case. We had called them often, and it was hinted to us that we would have a swift resolution to this problem if they received money under the table from us. Another roadblock. We knew once again that if we did this, we would be doing something illegal so we ignored their hints and prayed for the best.

While living in the P.I., I belonged to an Interdenominational Prayer Group that gathered once a week in someones home. We would sing and pray together for around 2 hours and often this took place at the home of the Base Commander and his wife, who were Christians. That week before we were to leave, we gathered at their home and during the session I requested prayers for our situation with our two little ones. As we began praying I felt a tap on my shoulder and the base commander's wife motioned for me to follow her. We went upstairs into a bedroom where she handed me the phone and said, "The Ambassador to The Philippines is on the phone, please tell him your dilemma! " I was so surprised, but shared with him what was happening. I handed the phone back to Mrs. BC and she listened for a few minutes and then hung up. We sat for a few minutes before she picked the phone up again and made another call, talking this time to the Mayor of Angeles City ~ the city where our paperwork was filed. I again shared my story with him and he told me not to worry, it would be taken care of and we would be hearing from the lawyer's office very soon.

It was not long after that when my husband Joel received a phone call from the lawyer's office telling us to come down and pick up the paperwork. It was ready. The lawyer kept saying, "You know the mayor?" "I did not KNOW you knew the mayor!" "Why did you not tell me you were friends with the mayor!!"

God intervened for us, and we were able to leave the country with our two precious babies and official paperwork in hand!

In our Memorial Box I am going to place a copy of that paperwork to remind me of how God works in the details of our lives. He loves to help His children!