Over the past two nights, I have barely slept… waking repeatedly to the demands of my heart, of my God’s heart, to pray.
While I lay awake, our sweet D’s grandfather traveled many miles to appear in a courtroom in Addis Ababa. This morning (around midnight our time), he was there… and in the words of our agency’s attorney, he “did well giving his consent.”
To strangers halfway around the world.
Whenever I awoke these past nights, I hardly knew what to pray. How to pray. I found myself going back and forth…
… first praying for D’s peace, for her grandfather’s peace, that all would go smoothly and we would be able to move forward with her adoption.
… then finding myself asking God to reconcile what was broken, to make a way for D to be raised with her birth family.
… and ultimately, giving it over to Him and begging — crying out, at this point — for His will to be done in the lives of this man and his beautiful granddaughter.
This morning, while I watched our boys at karate, I got the email confirming his appearance from our coordinator. Its title: ”All Good”.
I wept. Big, ugly tears. So many emotions that had been bottled up, anticipating the news, now pouring out in tears.
Because I struggle with that description… that somehow what transpired in a small courtroom in Africa while the western world slept is “all good.”
Yet, ultimately, it’s appropriate.
It comes down to faith in the sovereignty of God. How He bends circumstances, beautifies them, for His glory. He takes what is broken and creates it again WHOLE. This is my God, who uses the picture of adoption to represent His relationship with all those who follow Him.
And He loves us fiercely, my friends.
I already have what I can only describe as a fervent, growing love for this little one. It surprises me, honestly. I haven’t yet met her, and have to date only witnessed brief two-dimensional moments captured by the cameras of other parents who have traveled to the care center during these past two months. But my heart longs for her… to shower her with love, to sing her to sleep, to look in her eyes and kiss her forehead and promise her that we’ll never ever let go.
He is already creating in me a momma’s love for this child.
One week from today, we will board a plane and fly halfway around the world to meet sweet D for the first time. To stand before a judge in Ethiopia and officially adopt her.
To swear to love her always, to redeem what was broken.
Please pray with us for our little D. Pray for her heart, for God to prepare her for the love of the family to which He has delivered her. Pray for our kiddos at home, who have never been without at least one of their parents for more than two days, that they would thrive.
We travel with a heavy yet joyous burden… knowing what a responsibility and privilege our God has given us, to be the parents of these four beautiful children.
To Him be the glory: the Mender of the broken, the Creator of all things new.