My head knew that there was a good chance last Friday would come and go and we would hear nothing. But my heart refused to accept it. I cried more Friday afternoon than I have in a long time. It's safe to guess that since we didn't hear anything, either the meeting didn't take place or there was nothing good to report.
I'm beginning to really wonder where this road goes. We can't just spend the rest of forever waiting. We need to continue to find purpose in each day. We want these days and months and years to count for something. To make a difference in His Kingdom. The question is "What next?" and how to you move forward when there is something so uncertain that holds your heart?
I still believe that we were called to start this journey. God clearly directed us to Geovany. He is still God. But He also created us with a free will. An ability to choose and those choices affect not just us, but so many others. There are many people in Guatemala who don't want these remaining cases to finish. Will they win? I don't know the answer to that question, but tonight, it looks like their choices are affecting my family. My son sits in an orphanage, because someone else is choosing to exercise the free will they've been given. I'm not angry, but I am sad and my heart aches.
Samantha needed extra snuggles Friday night. She wanted Mommy to lay next to her in bed while she fell asleep. As I did so, I wondered, does anyone take the time to lay next to Geovany when he's feeling scared or unsure? And the tears fall and there are no clear answers. But still there is hope, because of Who God is. Maybe one day, Geovany will know what it's like to be part of a family. To matter so much to someone that they're willing to set aside their plans and just snuggle or read a book or look at a rainbow together. But, more than this, I'm praying, that should he never know the love of a father here on earth, he will know the love of his Heavenly Father for eternity.
Being challenged as I read a book by Oswald Chambers on prayer. On waiting and watching, waiting expectantly with the faith and anticipation of a child. Watching, not giving up, not growing weary or lazy, watching from the post I've been given for God's hand to move. How much easier it would be to give up. To walk down from the tower and say "God is done." To close the door and never look back. But God hasn't called us to a life of ease, a life that requires nothing but playing. In His darkest hour, Christ asked His closest friends to do one thing...watch with me. And they slept. May God not find me sleeping in this dark hour, but watching.
Blessings,