I’ve been waiting to update you. Nearly every month we have been hearing that Wilna will be added to our Haitian adoption file.
I visited in February and we submitted the fees and gathered paperwork.
Things looked great. Maybe next week, we heard.
I visited in March and hand delivered a letter to our adoption liaison. In the letter we shared how important it would be to keep Lovence and Wilna together. We shared how our hearts and our home were ready. We shared how much we longed for Wilna to be part of our family… how in our hearts she already is…
Things looked great. Maybe next week, we heard. Certainly next week.
It’s now nearly June. Brian is in Haiti right now and Wilna is still not added to our file. We found that out today and our hearts are very heavy.
Brian told me over FaceTime and we just stared at each other across the miles. Both optimists, in this painful moment we felt discouraged, angry and frustrated. It will still be at least nine months of waiting after Wilna is officially added in to our file. Each month that passes makes the coming home date that much further out.
And the harder reality – the more time that passes, we fear our chances to add Wilna grow less and less.
And we love this girl so very much.
I gathered up Savannah and went to the gym. I turned up the music and pushed my body hard. I felt helpless.
After the elliptical I wandered over to the weights. The music from my iphone was still blaring in my ears. I remembered how back in high school I would lie in bed and listen to the radio at night. With teenage romantic longing, I would think of my current crush and say, “This next song is how he feels about me.” If I was lucky, it was a love song crooning about how wonderful I was… more often than not, it was something utterly disappointing, like Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.”
I smiled into the mirror and did the same thing. Since most of my music is faith based, I whispered, “Ok, God, the next song is what you feel about these adoptions.” I was hoping it would be one of my favorite adoption songs, something like “Home” or “Always” or “Wanted.” I knew if one of those came on, God would be speaking his encouragement to my worry.
My one and only instrumental came on. I glanced down at the title of the song. “Now is the time to worship.”
Now is the time to worship. Not knowing what will come. Not knowing how it will all end. Not knowing anything, really. Now is the time.
God, you are good.
No matter what.
God, you are loving and kind and gracious and strong.
Whether we bring home all three children or our hearts break because none of them take that journey with us.
God, you are glorious and mighty!
You can make this happen in a breath. Nothing can stop your plans for every single one of us.
God, you are our refuge.
You are our safe place to land. You are Wilna and Lovence and Laurentz’s safe place to land. You are their Father in all the best ways. You hold them and you hold us.
You are good.
We trust you.
And so I ask, friends who are along for the ride, please pray. As we focus on God’s goodness, we need prayer. We need prayer for Wilna and Lovence and Laurentz. Pray that our good God would bring good things to pass in their lives and that if it’s His will, that Wilna would be added even this week so we can bring our children home by next spring.
We miss them. And we do want them home.
So we can all praise our good God…. together.