I know you're not supposed to measure your self worth and popularity using the yard stick of social media, but on this special day, I can't help it.
Five years ago today, I wrote about the homecoming of our "tree of life," the day Levi came in to our lives. It was after weeks of sorrow, somewhat similar to what I'm feeling now, although the situation was completely different. It was a total surprise, and honestly felt as close to a "stork drop" as realistically possible.
Facebook reminded me, that on this day, five years ago 120 people wished us congratulations. ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY. Those same people were praying for and wishing for a baby for us, joining in our sorrows and our joys.
And those same people, plus about fifty more, have sent condolences, wished us well, and have surrounded us in prayer following the heart break of not bringing home a baby girl last week.
The numbers astound me. I'm just an ordinary person, how am I so blessed to have so many people who care?
What's the point? Who cares about social media? I do. I have felt so loved, so supported, so prayed for in the last five years on our journey to parenthood, and now on the continuation of the family building journey. Maybe you don't always understand how adoption works or why it works, but you care, love, and mean well, and hope for the best.
Thank you, you guys. Whether you are in our close proximity of people we see on a regular basis or part of the crew who's path crossed ours for only a season of life - thank you. You are our village and I can't wait to show all these comments and well wishes and joy filled messages to Levi when he's older...and hopefully his younger sibling too.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Grander earth has quaked before
Moved by the sound of His voice
Seas that are shaken and stirred
Can be calmed and broken for my regard
I am speaking both quite literally and figuratively.
Through it all, through it all
My eyes are on You
Through it all, through it all
It is well
Every time I have stopped to write, my fingers pause. Our hopeful adoption situation is now tinged with deceit, lies, broken heartedness, anger, and a whole lot of hope deferred. I want to tell you every juicy detail. I want you to come over for coffee and gasp in horror when I tell you the story. I want to hug it out and share a tear. But I feel like spending time explaining is a waste. This part of our story doesn't deserve the tears and anger that have already been shed. I just can't inscribe words that will live for eternity on this place of hope fulfilled.
Because, at this point, it is well with me.
Far be it from me to not believe
Even when my eyes can't see
This mountain that's in front of me
Will be thrown into the midst of the sea
After the house of cards began to crumble, Herb whisked me away to the beach. It was the most healing and therapeutic time for our family of three. God met us at the ocean, wrapped us in His arms, dried our tears, and settled my heart. Just like in Job 38:1, in the midst of the storm, the Lord spoke.
So let go my soul and trust in Him
The waves and wind still know his name
It is well with my soul
And I reminded myself in a permanent way about how God is in the business of hope fulfilled. He has given me Jesus. That would be enough. But then he gave me Herb. And then He gave me Levi. I am so beyond grateful for His faithfulness, and I can do nothing except just trust Him.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
But a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.
It is well with my soul.
**lyrics from "It Is Well" (Bethel). I can't believe how fitting they are for this season of life, but really, why am I surprised? God is good.