We Wait….
What a wild few weeks we have had in the Stew House. Between sickness and lots of activity, I have not even remotely thought about blogging!
Things are moving very slowly on the adoption front. The only reason I can say as to why is that our son is not ready for us YET. We have had the opportunity to accept referrals for infants three times now and have passed on these precious infants three times. While some may think that is foolish and not understand why, I would put forth that Jason and I have a heart for a child that is a little older. Our agency director said to me this week, affirming our decision to be patient, that it is easy to find families who are willing to adopt infants…it is a little harder to find families willing to adopt toddler boys. So if our waiting now means that a little 2 or 3 year old does not have to wait any longer than necessary later, then that it what we are prepared to do….WAIT.
Waiting is never fun. We quickly can become frustrated or abandon what we are waiting for and pursue that which is convenient. In adoption, waiting is part of the journey. There is no way around it. We want to get to the end of the journey and the prize that is there….our children home. Yet, I fully believe and trust that in the waiting is when we have a choice to make. Do we wait with anticipation, hope and patience, or do we wait with emotion, fear and anxiety? Do we choose to rejoice in the now of our life or think that by laboring over our wait, we somehow make it go any faster?
It comes down to TRUST.
Am I trusting God’s sovreign plan for my family? Or, am I putting trust in my own efforts?
I know that maturity and character are revealed in struggle and in difficult times. I have shown myself to be one big ol baby in times past.
But, not this time.
I am choosing to find the joy in the wait, anticipation for our son and seek daily to honor Jesus. By spending time focusing on Christ, my sweet family of five, and preparing our hearts and our home for our boy….I am hoping I am faithful to Jesus in the wait.
I pray constantly for our boy. Is he safe? Is he hungry? Is he loved? I have moments of tears thinking about him….
But, I know that when I see my boy’s face, hear his NAME and hold him…..the waiting seems but a moment and I will realize THIS PRECIOUS ONE was worth it and he is ours. I remember that feeling when we had Parker after trying for so long to have a child, for our unexpected, but always planned, Emery and for Bradley….our boy.
I can’t DO anything about those things except TRUST in my FATHER to be his FATHER, and claim the promise that HE will be with our son, because in this season of waiting…..I can’t. The arms of Christ stretch so much farther than mine and I am so thankful that I serve a Savior who will be comfort and love to our boy. What joy I have in knowing that and the comfort it brings my soul.
Here are some verses I am learning while I wait….
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But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
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Be strong, and let your heart take courage, all you who wait for the Lord!
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I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope;
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A desire fulfilled is sweet to the soul
How are you marking your time in a season of waiting?