Hold us in Quiet
Last month, a very personal meeting happened that my mind and heart has been quietly processing. Charlton and I sat down for our first legal meeting with our lawyer regarding the adoption of our children. You see, Ugandan law states that parents must foster children for one year before being able to pursue adoption. Our year of fostering has come to an end, and now all the legal stuff begins. My palms were sweating, and my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. The social worker was present, as well as the children's biological father and uncle. The feelings that I had during that meeting were disconcerting. I yearned for all to go well, so legally the children can be called our own. But I also felt a deep mourning, a loss, for their biological father who is unable to care for the children. I grieve for him. I ache for our children. They are all wonderful children, and by the grace of God they are well adjusted, and thriving. But when you hold your oldest daughter in the late hours of the night over the pain of her mother dying, you undeniably feel that loss to your core.
So that is where things are currently at, we are waiting on birth certificates as well as a few other things before the court date can be set. We just want to thank God for all He has and is and will do in the lives of these five children— as well as everyone who has been involved in this process. Glory be to God for providing all the funding needed to take the next steps, we are beyond grateful to our brothers and sisters in Christ who are standing with us. Thank you!
Please keep Ava, Boaz and Hadassah lifted up in prayer at this time. They have done so well this past year, and their example of love is truly encouraging to us. We also ask for prayers for wisdom and discernment for the lawyer, social worker, judge and court staff. Lastly, we ask that the Lord would continue to cultivate quiet hearts in all of us, through all of life’s storms.
“Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow, Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea, What matters beating wind and tossing billow, If only we are in the boat with Thee? Hold us quiet through the age-long minute while Thou art silent and the wind is shrill: Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, are in it; Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?”