I was weary.
After all of the months of planning and organizing we were
finally on our way to Ukraine. But instead of being overwhelmed with joy, in my
fatigue, I allowed fear and doubt to come in. It would take three trips to
complete Sergey’s adoption. Who, in their right mind, flies three times to a
country that is in the middle of a war, when they have six children at home?
It’s was crazy, positively crazy.
On the plane to Amsterdam, I couldn’t sleep. A commercial
airplane, on its way to Ukraine, had been shot down just a couple of months
prior to this time. What would our children do if they lost both of us? I tried
to distract myself with a movie. Dead Poets Society wasn’t exactly a wise
choice.
When we arrived in Kiev, my spirit relaxed a bit. I had a
couple of days of reprieve from my emotions, as David and I walked around the
center, drinking in the beauty of the cathedrals and the parks. But on the
night before our SDA appointment, sleep escaped me once again, and worry was
set into my heart. A 16-year-old boy? What in the world could we possibly be
thinking? In the desperation of the moment, I asked God if there was any chance
of a way out. I’m sad to say that there was actually a part of me hoped for a
way out.
Our appointment went smoothly, however, and despite my
fears, we were truly grateful. After we received the official paperwork, we
were surprised to find out that we would be leaving for Sergey’s orphanage at
midnight. It was in the middle of this pothole-laden seven hour drive that the questions
resurfaced. Could we really do this? How in the world would we be able to make
this trip two more times? I was already exhausted and our children were missing
us. Why did we come all the way to Ukraine anyway? There were plenty of
children in the US who needed homes and it wouldn’t cost us thousands of dollars
to adopt one of them.
The questions swirled around in my mind, causing panic to
rise up in my heart.
But in that moment of fear, God intervened. He whispered to
my heart…
“Dear one, didn’t you say that you wanted to be like me? This
is what I do. I go to the ends of the earth to rescue the ones that I love. I
will travel any road, climb any mountain, cross any sea to reach my beloved
ones. I give everything that I have, all the love that is in me, to gather up
my needy ones and carry them in my arms. It is good that this journey is long,
because it gives you just a glimpse into how far I will go for my children. Will
you join me in this willingly? Will you joyfully rescue this child, this
precious one, this son whom I have chosen?
Daughter, I did it for you. Will you do this for Me?”
In a moment, I experienced complete peace and joy. Yes. I
would do this willingly. Yes. I would go to the ends of the earth for this
precious boy. Our dear Father had just shown me His beautiful heart and I found
it irresistible. He had done it for me, and my friends, He did it for each one
of you, as well.
1 comment:
Ahhh, the very lavishly poured out love of God...this story reminded me of the woman pouring perfume on Jesus feet. Everyone else questioning her, except Jesus. Because He understands the beauty of extravagant love.....
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