I love Sunday mornings.
I love to get up before everyone else and enjoy the quietness of the day. I love going to church with my family and worshipping together. I love the way the worship music ministers to my soul and how the sermon always challenges and encourages me at the same time. It’s like taking a deep, deep breath of refreshing air to begin a new week.
I pray that you have a place of worship that God can use to minister to your heart as well.
This week, we got an update on our little girl. It was not the news we were hoping for.
Now that I am back from the West Coast, we were hoping that we may be able to travel over get her soon. However, we found out on Thursday that it will probably be April before that will happen. And even then, there are a ton of unknowns, and it may not be an easy process (re-doing paperwork, more money, more time.)
Our hearts are broken.
I cannot go into detail, but our little girl is not in a good situation right now, which makes being away from her even harder. She has some very serious needs, and I am asking you to pray for her.
We feel so helpless over here on the other side of the ocean. We have a lawyer over there that is representing us, but it feels as if she has no one. Cy and I struggle with not being able to be over there to fight for her, to make sure she is being cared for the way she deserves, to give her the love that she deserves.
We have felt anxious and filled with worry. We want to take things into our own hands, but that could hurt things rather than help them.
Friday night, I was listening to the live streaming of the IF: Gathering. I was listening to the testimony of a very sweet lady who knows first hand what it means to walk through suffering. She shared this verse from Exodus 14:14…
Just hours earlier, Cy and I were asking each other, “Who is going to fight for her?”
And the Lord spoke loud and clear to me that night, “I WILL FIGHT FOR HER!”
Adoption is hard. There are a lot of unknowns. A lot of waiting. A lot of uncertainties. It is hard to sit still. But God is calling us to do just that.
The only thing that makes the sitting still bearable is knowing that HE is the one fighting for her. I know that I can trust her to His loving hands.
My sweet SIL, Ida, sent us this text a few days ago…
“Reading in Mark and was reminded of the story of Jairus’ daughter. Jesus asked him simply to trust Him without fear. Miracles are real but they require childlike faith. The kind that unburdens and bolsters the believer. I vow to beseech Our Saviour in earnest for the specific miracle of simple hope for sweet S—–. It may come in different forms everyday. Or it might arrive in a tender touch from an angel disguised as a nurse. God didn’t just request that orphans be tended to throughout the Old and New Testaments. He commanded it. He cannot contradict Himself and this is how I know He will use His hands and feet and hearts on the ground to heal her.”
That is our prayer. That God would use those around our sweet little girl to fill her with love and hope. We pray daily that God would protect her and heal her.
We still do not know what the outcome of our adoption will be. But we REST in HIS promises. It feels so good to let go of our burdens and lay them into His faithful hands.
Thank you for your love, prayers, and encouragement over the past year. YOU are a part of our girl’s story, and we are forever grateful!