I remember the countless interviews and rejections; the sorrow in both of our hearts at another closed door swiftly met with hope for what we knew God had for our family.
I remember the conversation had at my sisterhood table about a cousin who worked at the Minneapolis police department that might be able to make some connections for you.
I remember the excitement at the job offer, with hopes to enter the academy shortly thereafter.
I remember the text, "Laura, I fell playing basketball and felt something snap. Pray."
I remember the confusion and fear flood in as we came to understand the plan had been seemingly postponed--our goal even further out of reach.
I remember God's continued kindness in the opportunities He orchestrated and the relationships you got to build because of your injury and inability to "work" like you had planned.
I remember the conversation we had—”is it wise to keep at this?”—and the prayer you prayed, asking the Lord to make it clear, and clearly telling Him you would go wherever He told you to, and the day you almost left it all behind.
I remember you, with one week down (of 38), so pumped to be on your way, and the simultaneous understanding of just how far there was yet to go.
"One month down!" "Three months down!" "Babe, we're halfway there!"
Then the day we could finally squeeze "ACADEMY GRADUATION!" on our dry-erase calendar.
And now it's erased and we keep moving on. Onto what God has always had planned. Onto what we are yet privy to, but we know to be full and complete and the reason for every whisper from God:
“Keep trusting Me”
“Just hold tight a little longer.”
“Remember My promises.”
Pinning that badge on your chest was a moment I will always cherish. Not just because of the pride I carry deep for you and your dedication and heart to protect and serve in a world full of chaos. Not just because it was a moment we’d been thinking about for 4 years. While I will remember for years to come the feeling inside of me as you led your class into that room, the family and friends who came to witness what they had been joining us in in prayer for years, and the joy on our kids faces as they saw their daddy fulfill the beginning of his calling, those are not the things that will stick with me the longest. What I will remember forever was the moment we were able to see an incredible promise from God come to pass in our lives.
We know He keeps His promises. But for you and I, on December 4th, 2018, we got to see those words in action—fleshed out before our very eyes.
We’ve seen it a couple of times in our lives, an experience we are so undeserving of, and I add this to my growing collection of moments in my life where God has done what He said He would.
I’m proud of you, Officer Ferguson. You were made to influence those around you, and I know that God has specifically placed you where He has for His purposes. I’m honored to get to sit beside you and pray you through all that He has for you to do in the days ahead.
*A gigantic thank you to each one of you who has listened and prayed and encouraged us over this long 4-year journey. You ushered in the contentment and assurance of God when we needed it most. We are incredibly grateful for you.