Yesterday marked two years.
On November 5, 2010, I never imagined it would take this long. Even when we sent in paperwork for international adoption, the Ethiopian process averaged out to be a little over a year. But this quickly changed – along with the landscape of adoption overseas. God moved in our hearts and we realized for us, for now, international adoption wouldn’t be where we found our child.
So we switched to domestic and even in that switch I never anticipated it being another year and a half before hearing anything. If you would have told me two years ago I’d be sitting on my bed on November 6, 2012 with no child around me, I most likely would have cowered from the whole thing.
I say all this not to evoke pity but to explain just how much I cling to God’s providence.
Some friends of ours brought home their son yesterday.
They shared with us a small piece of the story – how they were reminded of God as Father and not some detached Being somewhere in the cosmos doing whatever He wants. He listened to their prayers. He knew their hearts and knew the desperation of wanting to see their son.
And He answered in a way far beyond their expectations.
This is why I cling to His timing. Trust me. This whole hurry up and wait of adoption is grueling at best. In moments of frustration and confusion on why this is taking entirely too long, I remember His faithfulness. When other people who started international adoption after we did and bring home their children before we do, I remember His purpose.
And when friends go through the wait and celebration right alongside us, I remember His love and I know despite what I feel - He knows. He sees our child and holds him or her in His hand.