I have always believed that God speaks to His people. He does not want us to wander in darkness, floundering through life, stumbling along without guidance. He is our Guide, our Compass, the Script-Writer of our lives. And He wants us to know where to go and how to get there.
Over the last few days, I've been reminded even more of these facts. Something deep within me has been longing once again for some assurance that we are doing the right thing in continuing to wait for Geovany to come home. Some little gift from God that we are still walking the right path, that He will bring our son home. Sunday morning I was begging God to speak to me. In the midst of getting family out the door to the airport and getting kids ready for Church, I needed to hear from Him. From the balcony, I heard Samantha yelling..."Mommy, Mommy, come here, come here." Her 2-year-old enthusiasm caught my attention. Stopping what I was doing, I climbed the stairs to find her playing with a rainbow. A beautiful, vibrant, gorgeous rainbow. "Look Mommy, it's on my hand. Look Mommy, it's on my dress. Look Mommy....Look Mommy!" I smiled at her and played with the rainbow and went back to doing what I had been doing before.
At Church yesterday morning, we sang "Wonderful Maker" by Chris Tomlin. The chorus says "What a wonderful Maker, What a wonderful Savior, How majestic your whispers..." As I sang that, God brought to my mind the rainbow dancing in my hallway. A majestic whisper. A reminder that God keeps His promises. He is faithful. When the storms rage and the doubts arise, a rainbow reminds me that I do not need to be overcome or washed away.
Sitting in my living room later that day, I picked up a devotional book laying next to the couch. The devotional for the day was on Noah...a man of faith who built a boat and continued to trust God when other people laughed at him and mocked him and wondered why he would persevere in such a ludicrous task. Many have questioned our decision to hang in there. Some have told us that God isn't big enough to finish this or that they will be surprised if our adoption ever finishes. I have a choice to make, to listen to God, or to listen to those other voices.
This morning, my devotional was on hope. Romans 15:13 "So I pray that God, who gives you hope, will keep you happy and full of peace as you believe in him. May you overflow with hope through the power of the Holy Spirit." Hope. Not from me, but from God. Not something I can conjure up, but something that comes through the power of the Holy Spirit. Hope as I believe in Him. Hope and peace.
So, once again, God has heard my pathetic cries and, in His grace, has given me just what I need to keep moving through this day and this adoption. Are we done? It doesn't look like it. I have to believe that God isn't finished just yet.
On that note, the Guatemalan 900 is issuing a call to action. An opportunity for people to voice their concern over the lack of movement in Guatemalan adoptions. If you would like to participate, it's very simple. You can learn how by clicking here.
Thank you for continuing to stand with us and pray for us and for Geovany.
Blessings,
