Please enjoy this precious blog written by my niece, Kayla Porter.

Oh goodness, I’m not even sure where to begin.

I want to begin with a reminder that He sees YOU in every season. He delights in you and the desires of your heart. And He is faithful throughout generations. (Psalm 119:90)

Let me give a little background. My husband, Spencer and I got married as babies ourselves, 20 and 22 years old. Newly married, bright eyed and just trying to figure out life together, all the married things, but we held a huge desire in our hearts to grow our family. 

Spencer and I started our fertility journey thirteen years ago. A year went by, and nothing happened. Negative tests, month after month. So, we were referred to Dr. Doody, a specialist in his field, the absolute best. We had all the testing done – and the results came in and were not at all what we wanted to hear. Especially my young fragile heart that just wanted a baby. He jumped right into the medical results – endometriosis and PCOS was my medical diagnosis – “getting pregnant on your own would be extremely difficult and nearly impossible.”

Immediately, my heart sank into my chest.

The words I never wanted to hear, I was hearing. But I knew my God was faithful and He ultimately had the final say. So, we began our journey of medicines, surgeries, & shots. Month and month, test after test, EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. NEGATIVE. I felt like a gut punch each month. Friend after friend getting pregnant. Obviously, my heart was overjoyed for them but deep down my heart just hurt. I went into a spiral of anger and bitterness. I tried to dig into my bible and seek, but honestly, I was so angry at the Lord, like He was doing it intentionally (why are we so stupid sometimes? He is for us. Working things for our good. And HIS GLORY – Romans 8:28. Working things in His timing, not ours.)

My mom reminded of His faithfulness, month after month. My aunt, who walked the same walk, reminded me. My mother-in-law always told me He would do it. Our families constantly praying over us and for us. A couple years went by, and it just felt heavy. Doubt filled my mind and heart. Knowing He could do it, but why wasn’t He? So, one morning after our last failed attempt at IUI, and a strong vent (scream) session with the Lord, by the way, He can handle your screams, cries and questions. Tell Him. But He made it very clear to me that this wasn’t our path. So, Spencer and I talked, prayed, and sought the Lord for His plan. We heard one word, WAIT. Then all we heard was SILENCE. Thankfully, we believe that Jesus is always working – even in the silence. He brought to my heart and mind the story of Hagar more times than I can count – reminding me that He sees me. Countless nights of tears and crying out. He was in the weeping with me. Holding my hand. He was faithful. 

Fast forward to November 2018, still no babies but we had a new desire from the Lord. He laid foster care and adoption on my heart. Spencer wasn’t quite on the same page, but agreed to pray about it all. About a month or so later, we jumped in faith. We started our classes in January 2019 – telling NONE of our family – we just trusted the Lord. By February, we had heard and seen so many things that once you hear and see you can’t walk away. Especially knowing that the Lord called us to take care of the orphans. Kiddos that just needed to feel loved, wanted, and chosen. Spencer and I didn’t leave a class without being in tears. He said in one of our last classes “He’s called us to it. We’ve seen it. We can’t walk away now.” So, we didn’t. We jumped right in and never looked back. Still just trusting in the unknown, isn’t the easiest thing at all. Our house was approved in March 2019 and the Lord bombarded our hearts and our home with  more than we could have ever imagined! He was faithful. 

One morning in March, we received the call about two little gals, 5 and 7. And goodness, they were divine!! The cutest, curliest hair that I had ever seen. The smiles that lit up my heart. The most beautiful sister girls. The sass was strong with them. They had been through so much, but yet still smiling. We said YES and agreed to meet with them to make sure we were a good fit for each other – while we waited, Spence and I prayed that if these little girls were meant to be with us that the Lord would show us, a day I’ll never forget. We met them at the park and our oldest, Laila, immediately chatted our heads off and clung to Spence, she’s still quite the daddy’s girl and chatty LOL!  But our Lily was very stand offish and very untrusting, she had been through so much and she went and laid on the play structure, alone. I heard the Lord say “go lay with her.” And without hesitation I laid on the ground next to my girl. I chatted and introduced myself but nothing. No words. She just looked at me with her big beautiful blue eyes. So, I just sat with her and prayed silently to the Lord and in that next breath she reached for my hand, without a word and walked me to the swings. She began to laugh and play with us. They were our girls, my heart just knew. Quickly, we fell in love. And so did everyone that came in contact with them. Come to find out, Laila already attended GES and her teachers, who are amazing, were apart of our church family who had been praying for their new home that Laila had told them about cause she was excited/nervous – unknown to them it was us. SO cool how the Lord is in EVERY detail! Even the smallest ones. He’s there for it all. Their journey was hard and each month contained countless visits, tantrums, trauma, PTSD, and therapy sessions. Hard moments. Joyful moments. But again, the LORD was there. Every step. So, let’s jump to August 2019, we received ANOTHER CALL for a placement of a little boy, 1 year old, our Ernie and his sister, littlest love, Lonnie, 4 months old. We paused. Prayed. Sought. Definitely called our Moms. And ultimately, said YES. I quit my job two days later snd stayed home with FOUR kids. Remind you, March of 2019, we had NONE. He is always working in the midst of the waiting season. He never lets you walk alone. He was faithful. 

But this case unknown to us would be a tad different in many ways. We fought for all of our babies harder than ever. A wretched virus shut down the world. Our fella didn’t talk at all and again, doctors said “he may not ever talk.” But GOD. If you know Big Ern, you know he doesn’t know a stranger.  Our girl had to have a major brain surgery in the midst of said virus. Our girls were home from school missing normal life and their friends. Then, in August of 2020, I lost my Mom during our fight. Our family turned upside down. So much grief. So many emotions. We took in E and L’s littlest bros and then they went back after a year. Depression. Anxiety. Mental battles. Spiritual warfare all around us. So much loss. Yet again, He was faithful. 

Life was just increasingly heavy every day. There were a lot of lonely days, but the Lord met us daily. Faithfully.

What the enemy meant for evil, the Lord used for good!

In the midst of everything, He was still holding me. And He’s holding onto you – speaking peace, be still. (Psalms 46:10; Mark 4) By the way, be still means to completely surrender your control. In these seasons, He taught me to completely rely on Him. He reminded me to rejoice in all circumstances. I read the story of Job and felt completely seen and could relate. But what did Job do? He stayed with His God. He stayed faithful. He didn’t curse Him, Job blessed Him. The story of the woman who touched “just the fringe of His garment” to be healed came to my heart and mind. So much faith in these moments. Desperation for Him. Reliance on Him. See my friend, it’s in the moments of waiting and desperation that you realize He doesn’t call you to plan and figure it all out. He doesn’t call you cause He needs you. He wants you! He has a plan for you only He can provide. He only wants our hearts and our trust. To worship Him in spirit and truth. The last five years of life have been hell on earth some days, but sitting here looking back on all His faithfulness and all He’s done and taught me, I wouldn’t trade one moment. He created in my heart something only He could create. He refined me. He changed me. He loves me and He loves my children more than I ever could! He is for YOU! He took every ounce of pain that I was feeling and experiencing and replaced it with JOY and peace. Nothing was wasted. Nothing returned void. Friend, I don’t know where you are in your journey reading this but I encourage you to stay with Him. Cling to His garment at all cost. It will cost you. But it’s worth everything. 

Finally, after FIVE years in foster care, all of our babies are officially adopted! We couldn’t have imagined any of this life but the One who is called Life and Creator sure could. He gave us more than we could have ever imagined! Miracle upon miracle! 

And to top it off, incase you were wondering if Jesus could get ANY cooler….we are expecting a BABY GIRL this Christmas! Our first pregnancy. Something we never thought would happen for us. But GOD. Again, He was faithful. 

He doesn’t forget you. He sees you. He hears you. Keep praying. Keep the faith. Keep pressing into Him. He knows best, if He had given me what I wanted so badly- look at all the blessings, lessons, refinement, and miracles I would have missed out on! Thank you, Jesus! 

Wherever you are in your journey of waiting, keep clinging to Jesus’s garment.  

Love you, sister. 

Psalm 91 has been the guiding principle for most of my life. Verse 14 says, ” I will rescue him; I will protect him for he acknowledges my name. He will call on my name, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will be will deliver him and honor him.” This has certainly been the case for me. God has continuously protected me. And guided my footsteps. As I look back I can see how events fit together and impacted other events that had no visible purpose or reason at the time.

My story doesn’t start here in Tennessee as many might think, but way back when I was about four year old. No, I’m not going year by year. But the age of four was a critical year. It’s the year I called “shotgun” on the way to daycare at the hospital where my mom worked with my two brothers were stuck in the back seat. It was the mid 60s, which meant no seatbelts or child seats. We lived outside of Washington DC in the suburbs. My mom worked at the county hospital and to travel there we had to drive on the Capital Beltway. On that specific morning, a woman we were following slammed on her brakes unexpectedly. My mom did the same. I flew forward and hit the windshield. I ended up with a concussion and had to spend the day on a cot at the daycare counting cracks in the wall. The only good thing about the day was that I had a really good green milkshake.

Throughout childhood and adolescence we quickly learned that I was a klutz. I could be walking down the street and fall and sprain my ankle for no reason. This happened on a regular basis. I had my fair share of sprains and stitches. As a teen, I went on a camping trip with church. While on the trip, we went apple picking and I chose the wrong branch. I fell fifteen feet onto rotten apples and thus began my back problems.

My back issues were further exacerbated during my first year of teaching. It was January. I was living in Missouri, where I’d gone to college, teaching in a rural school district. My parents were living out of the country and we’d had a major snowstorm a few days before. On the way to school, I remember being in the right lane, with a car in front of me having their right turn signal on and slowing down, so I moved to the left lane. That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up the wrong way on the highway with some guy saying “I knew she was going to hit me so I jumped out of my car.” His car was in a ditch. Mine was a foot and a half shorter. By God’s blessings, I walked away from that accident with very sore muscles and bruised ribs. I later learned, I had two fractured ribs, most likely from that accident when I broke the steering wheel.

After Missouri, God moved me to Texas for about ten years, then to Maryland. I was living in the city I’d grown up in for about fifteen years. I was counseling middle schoolers and doing scheduling for the school, as well as being the department chairperson. At church, I co-lead the adult singles withone of my friends. I had a lot going on. In 2009, my fall from the apple tree caught up with me at work. My back went out permanently. After jumping through all the hoops with a pain doctor and physical therapy, it was decided that surgery was the best option. My pain was off the charts. I got up went to work came home crawled in bed, repeat. I walked like a 90 year old weeble wobble and was in excruciating pain. In the summer of 2013, I had my lower back fused.

The surgery was not the success the doctors and I had hoped. I continued to be in pain.

Ten and a half months after my lower back surgery, my friend and I prayerfully made the decision to pass the reins on co-leading the singles group to others within the group. So one Saturday we went to a restaurant on the Potomac River for some good crabs for a celebration and to pass the baton. On the way home, my car was rear ended and hit 3 times by a 17 year old in a Ford F150. I was driving a Honda Accord Coupe. He hit me so hard I had the shape of his license plate in my bumper punched out. Initially, I had a severe case of vertigo. Then several months later at work, my neck started tingling.

I went and saw my primary care physician. She said it was probably arthritis, but wanted to get some X-rays. A day or so later, I got a call from her office saying I needed to go see an orthopedist or a neurosurgeon as soon as possible. First, I got a copy of the X-ray report. I wanted to know what was so critical, that I couldn’t pass go, with PT. It said I had a remote fracture, which means an old broken bone. What? I’d never broken a bone! Lots of stitches…no bones! I didn’t know about the rib bones at that point. The condition of the bone I broke is called Os Odontoideum in honor of the odontoid bone I broke. You’re probably wondering where the heck is that bone. Well, if you’re old enough to remember Christopher Reeve, it’s the bone he broke in his neck when he fell off his horse. It put him in a wheelchair and paralyzed him from the neck down. He needed oxygen to breath. The other option when you break that bone is it could kill you. There are about 15 people a year that are incidentally found to have this condition each year, usually in later life from an injury to the head. It almost always requires surgery to stabilize it. It’s a little bone in your neck attached to your C2 vertebrae and very hard to break. Mine was in two pieces. The lower half attached to C2, the upper half attached to my skull.

I called my neurosurgeon at Hopkins and made an appointment with him. We had a discussion about my condition. He thinks I broke the bone in the accident when I was 4 and had been walking around with my head unattached since about 6 when the bone attaches to C2. He said we should do surgery if I start to get clumsy, otherwise we monitor it. I let him know my picture is in the dictionary next to clumsy. Clumsy is a symptom of the condition. When I told my mom, clumsiness was a symptom, her response was, “So you have a medical reason for being a klutz?”

I responded,” It appears so, and Dad was wrong.” I continued with”I can just imagine every timeI fell, God telling my Guardian Angel to grab my head….she’s going to fall again!” I imagined all the things I had done in my life , like skiing, not very well and skiing into trees on the bunny hill.

I knew God had been protecting me my whole life.

At first I wanted to wait until the end of the school year to do the surgery to screw my head back on, but the tingling began to become so prevalent I couldn’t wait that long. I worked in a middle school where I was bumped regularly and fell on a regular basis. Going to work was a risk for me. My neck was very unstable. I could turn my head a ridiculous amount. Linda Blair jokes were made by my friends. I scheduled surgery for right after Christmas 2013.

December 27, 2013, I had my head screwed on.

By Gods grace, I have a significant amount of rotation in my head. If you don’t know me, you wouldn’t know, I have limited head rotation. I was told to expect 20 to 30 degrees rotatation. I have the rotation of a normal person.

Again God. I most notice it when I’m backing up my car. It’s hard to see behind me.so I’ve learned to go slow and rely on my back up camera and others around me helping me see what’s around me.

My neck surgery is when I truly knew God had been watching over me all my life. I had fallen so many times, the car accidents. God knew I was walking around with my head unattached and how dangerous it was. At any time, I could be paralyzed or suddenly dead. I never had any problems with my neck until I had surgery to screw my head on.

In 2017, I was blessed to be able to retire from my job in two states. God then lead me to Tennessee. My original plan was Texas, since I have family there and had lived there. But he used fb to show me that financially Tennessee was a better fit. So after taking a quick vacation here, we moved my mom to assisted living in Morristown in 2016. My aunt and I followed in 2017. My aunt to Morristown near my mom, me to Corryton and Fairview Knox Church.

In late 2018, I got the worst news of my life. I was diagnosed with mantle cell lymphoma. I was told by my doctors that I most likely had it while I was still in Maryland. Here’s the thing, had I known that I wouldn’t have moved. I would have stayed in Maryland because of access to Hopkins. God knew that. I believe that’s why I didn’t find out until well after I was here. God wanted me in Tennessee. He wanted me at Fairview Knox Church. I still don’t know all the whys. I just know that’s where I’m supposed to be planted. He did allow me to drive back and forth to Hopkins for treatment since that’s where my insurance had the best coverage. I know he blessed me unmistakably with healing multiple times.

To say the past five years here in Tennessee have been rough is an understatement. It’s not how I planned retirement. Retirement was supposed to be lunches out. Day trips with friends. Short trips once or twice a year with friends. Instead I got a calendar filled with medical appointments. The appointments have dwindled. I’ve dropped a doctor or two. I’ve survived the ventilator from Covid, a fungal infection meant to kill half who get it, and a staph pneumoniathat had me ventilated and thinking I was in a secret experiment. If you want to know about that one, just ask. It’s a story for another day. I was close to dying with Covid and the staph pneumonia. My mother was told to prepare when I had the staph. The prayers of many people, some I’ve never met, are what brought me through those illnesses. A good God saw me throug all of those. I’ve learned to walk twice during these years. What is clear God has work still to do.

To top it all off, I finished off by breaking my leg. Even that had a blessing. It got me the physical therapy my insurance company cut me off while I was in the hospital. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to walk on grass or have been able to get or handle my dog. There is a purpose in everything that happens, even when you think it’s bad.

Life is returning to normal and that’s a good thing. I am ready to start my original retirement plan.

My incredible niece, Karlie, shared this talk at a recent event that she spoke at. She is talented well beyond she realizes, and loved far beyond she will ever know. Be blessed at you read these words.

She was five years old when she got her first princess dress and watched Cinderella get her prince and she sang “Someday My Prince Will Come”.

She was twelve when she had her first real crush and played MASH to see where we would live. She wrote a letter to her husband (didn’t we all? Middle school angst is hard).

She was sixteen years old when all of her friends were having their first kisses and first dates. She was waiting expectantly for her turn. 

She was eighteen when she went off to college and thought maybe just maybe someone will be interested. She prayed for her husband. 

She was twenty when the first of her friends got married. She asked God when it would be her turn. 

She was twenty-one when she wondered if love would ever happen for her. She again asked God when it would be her turn. 

The years of 22-24 years old were the toughest years of her life, when the very man who was supposed to love her most, abandoned her. She wondered where God was and why she had to be alone. She grew weary, bitter, and was mad at God. 

She was twenty-six when she stopped running and realized that all of it was a part of a divine plan to bring her closer to the Father so He could show her how to be loved properly and to show how loved she actually is. 

My name is Karlie Abigail Schmid. Welcome to the singles chat. 

Disclaimer: I pride myself on being honest and real in every aspect of my life, so I wanted to preface this by saying that I still struggle with these truths that I’m sharing. I would not feel right saying them to you if I didn’t bend God’s ear daily praying to Him about this very subject. 

1. It is okay to be single. *sigh

And it is also okay to not feel so “okay” with being single. Most of the time, I don’t feel okay. But I feel secure in knowing that the Lord has my deepest desires of my heart on His heart so I am okay with waiting (for the most part)…. 

Being single can feel like a burden sometimes.

My friends are getting married, I’m the only one in my family not bringing someone to Christmas or on family vacay.  

I get lonely and disappointed. I feel like I’m not enough. 

I feel like it’ll never happen for me.

Of course, I’m happy for them, but I am sad for me. And that’s okay.

When I feel like I am wanting to rush God’s plan and take over I remember Solomon, in Chapter 3 verse 5, he says “do not awaken love before its time” and I am reminded of the reason I am waiting. I am waiting expectantly on Him and for Him to produce the man that He has for me. 

Which leads me to my first point, something I have learned recently: 

Your waiting season is not a wasted season. 

Isaiah 40:31 says, But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Only those who trust God’s perspective on their situations will run and not become weary as God provides a second wind to make it through challenges. Only those who believe His Word and submit to it can expect to experience his spiritual power for daily life. You will walk and not faint as God changes you, whether or not He changes your situation.

I know this because I spent a lot of time running from mine. For the last four years, my life was spent running from the Lord, running from feeling anything, and surviving. I wasn’t focused on waiting on the Lord to renew me. 

Then, one day, tired of running and tired of my own loneliness, in anger, I asked the Lord, “I have so much love to give, Lord, why not me? Why do I have to be alone?” 

To which He replied, “Then give it back to me. That’s all I want. Lean.” 

So, I did. 

He opened my eyes to see where all of that love was going, it was going to the wrong places- seeking validation where I just needed to rest in Him and allow Him to heal my broken heart. 

The Amplified Bible translation of Psalm 37:3-7 says this about leaning on Him: “ Trust (lean on, rely on, and be confident) in the Lord and do good; so shall you dwell in the land and feed surely on His faithfulness, and truly you shall be fed. Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will give you the desires and secret petitions of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord [roll and repose each care of your load on Him]; trust (lean on, rely on, and be confident) also in Him and He will bring it to pass. And He will make your uprightness and right standing with God go forth as the light, and your justice and right as [the shining sun of] the noonday. Be still and rest in the Lord; wait for Him and patiently lean yourself upon Him. 

So, during my leaning I asked Him, “show me what you want me to do, show me where I need to be.” 

So, He did. 

My life came back in color, I got my first job as a teacher, being the hands and feet of Jesus in the inner city of Chattanooga and loving on middle schoolers who wish they didn’t like me as much as they do. Who will never know how much they are truly loved by me and will always hear it as they leave the classroom.  

Married or not, I have a calling, we all have one. If you don’t know yours yet, that’s just fine. Start with the basic calling that we are all called to and that is to love as Christ loves. 

My form of love in this season happens to come in the form of poptarts to my babies who “don’t like” school breakfast or talking to them about why it’s important to wear deodorant or giving a much needed hug during instructional time… 

The Lord just wants you to be open to His love. Don’t waste this time with the Lord, of course feel all of your feelings about being single, but tell Him. He can handle them and bring comfort to you. Allow Him to teach you how to be loved. 

My next point is to: 

Seek the kingdom of God first. 

Psalm 37:3-4 Trust in the Lord, and do good; dwell in the land and befriend faithfulness. Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart.”

In Psalms 84:11 it says, “For the Lord God is a sun and shield; the Lord bestows favor and honor. No good thing does he withhold from those who walk uprightly.”Those good things The Lord does not withhold “good” things from you, even if it seems like he does sometimes. That is not his nature, He might have something better planned for your heart that He has prepared you for. If we walk by faith, then whatever begins with grace will ultimately end with glory. God does not give us everything we want, but He bestows upon us all that is good for us, all that we need.

Be real about your heart and feelings. Let him show you real love. You delight in Him and He delights in you and one day, He might bring someone else along to delight in Him with you. 

But…until He blesses us with the good things, He wants us to endure faithfully. In Philippians 4:1-13, the apostle Paul shared what he learned about contentment: 

“Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content: 12 I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. 13 I can do all things through [f]Christ who strengthens me.” 

Contentment means being satisfied and at rest about where God has you, despite what’s happening around you. It’s not natural or automatic; it must be learned. God teaches us contentment through the ups and downs of changing circumstances. He wants us to learn to depend on him and his divine enabling no matter what.

My last point is something that was heavy on my heart when preparing for this talk- our identity in Christ. It is so easy to get caught up in the day to day, worldly view of what women should be.

I leave you with this verse from Micah 7:7: “But as for me, I will look to the Lord;

    I will wait for the God of my salvation;

    my God will hear me.” 

There is that word again, wait…and here is the beauty of the wait. The Hebrew descriptive word for wait is hope. Friends, there is no one more worthy of our hope. His purposes for making us wait are meant to bring us good things – the good things that will fulfill us. His purposes are found in the submission of contentment, knowing that He is trustworthy, so much so that we can lean on Him in the waiting…and the hoping. 

Whatever you are expecting the Lord to do, if you’re like me, that is bringing a husband. Wait with expectancy on the Lord, trust that he hears you and loves you. 

Decolores. 

Who God says you are as His daughter: 

You are made in His image. (Gen. 1:27)

You are accepted. (Romans 15:7)

You are chosen. (John 15:16)

You are free. (Galatians 4:7)

You belong to Jesus. (1 Corinthians 3:23) 

You are God’s special creation. (Psalm 139:13-16)

You are precious. (Isaiah 43:4)

You are rescued. (Galatians 3:13)

You are heard. (1 John 5:14-15)

You are an heir of God. (Romans 8:17)

You are treasured by God. (Exodus 19:5)

You are complete in Christ. (Colossians 2:10)

You are clothed in strength and dignity. (Proverbs 31: 25)

You are more precious than rubies. (Proverbs 3:15)

You are His masterpiece. (Ephesians 2:10)

You are fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139: 14)

You are precious and honored in His sight and He loves you. (Isaiah 43:4)

You are seen by Me. ( Psalm 139) 

You are never alone. (Deuteronomy 31:6)

You are altogether beautiful, my love. (Songs of Solomon 4:7)