Try this exercise:

1.) Look to the person beside you and

Ask them something without using

Words. Did you get an answer?

2.) There is a treasure box hidden in

the room. Search for it without

Getting up. Did you find it?

3.) Knock on a door in the room. Did

It open for you?

Crazy huh? Often, in my

Searching I've been given answers to

Questions I didn't even know I had.

Sometimes, I have a need but I don't

Even know what it is. And often, I'm

Pounding on a door that I have no

Right to even stand at.

My question in this Scripture

Was always in accordance to the Word

That says God knows the desires of our

Hearts and will give us what we need,

When we need it. If that was true, why

Waste time asking for things I not only

Didn't need, but things God had no

Intention of giving?

Many always say to me, "You'll

See your son again, have faith." I hear

People say to adoptive parents, "God

Will bless you with a baby, have faith."

But how do we really know? These

Are just the desires of our hearts, and

Truly, God will give what He intends to

Give and when He intends to give it.

So, what's the point of asking?

"For everyone who asks, receives."

Ten years ago, in a hospital bed with my

Newborn son in my arms I asked God

To tell me what to do because there was

No way I was going to make the decision

Myself. I told God, "You know the desire

Of my heart is to keep him, but I

Ask that you make this choice

Because that's the only way I can

Live with it." His answer, was

Adoption. And it tore me apart.

But I was obedient to that, knowing

That I could trust my Father more

So than myself and that He would

Show me the Purpose in it.

"Everyone who searches, finds."

After the adoption went wrong, and I lost my son,

I fell into anger and panic. How could

God ever have told me to do this,

Knowing that promises would be

Broken and I'd loose him? How

Could God ask me to do that,

Knowing the years ahead would

Only be disastrous and treacherous?

So I began to search. Not only

For answers ... but for my little boy.

I got answers from the agency, and

Over the years discovered how

Irresponsibly they'd acted. That

Most of the fault went to them.

Still, it didn't make things better.

And then, I found my son. The

Ten-year search had paid off.

But I couldn't just pick up the phone

And call him, and I couldn't go

To him. I had the answers, and I

Had found my son. Yet things

Were still as painful as ever. So

I searched further and harder.

And I came upon a door. On it's

Front there was a sign, and the sign

Read, "Purpose."

"For everyone who knocks,

the door will be opened."

My door was a door that led to understanding.

Behind the door were adoptive parents,

expecting mothers, and birthmothers.

And within me, a desire to reach out.

To find hope in my loss, to gain

understanding in my confusion. To fulfill

God's promise to me that my life and my

son's life would not be in vain. Despite

the sorrow and the agony, I knocked.

And the door opened. It was a place I

never expected to be. Here ... at adopting.org.

So when you ask, expect an answer.

When you search, expect to find. When you

Knock; know the door will open.

But be prepared ... it may not be

What you thought.

It will be far greater.

Credits: Courtney Frey