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In March 2009, I made a mark in my Bible through tears. Adrian and I had always talked about adoption, but in that month, of that year, my heart said “yes” to the call that I couldn’t resist. I surrendered to His gentle whisper. I had a 2 year old and a 4 month old and couldn’t fathom the logistics, but I wept my yes and I meant it. I never would have dreamed then that it would be years before we would start, that another baby would come, that so much life would happen.
In January 2013, God would give us the final nudge/very clear “NOW” to move forward officially. And it was March of that year that we settled our hearts on Congo. Today, when my Bible fell open to this page, I was reminded of a promise planted in my heart 6 years ago: “Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth— everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made.” (Isaiah 43:6-7). I believed then that it meant our child would come literally from a far off place. A place across an ocean, like Congo.
Now, on a March day 6 years deep into saying yes, I stand firm on the promise, even though it looks differently than I thought it would, though “the ends of the earth” will be much closer to home than we thought, though the depths of the promise have brought us through darkness and sorrow and seasons of drought. Yet, seeing that little date in the Bible, I’m hopeful. I’m grateful. I know that He never forgets His promises to us. Even when they take time to fulfill (as they always do in the Bible), He has not forgotten us. His word never ever returns void.
So I’m standing on this March day expectant for what is before us. March is full of promise, yes? Winter finally lays to rest, and we know there is new life on the horizon. I sense that for us. I hope that for you. Spring is upon us.
Whatever that looks like, I know He is good. And He has our hope and trust.