On Thanksgiving Day, our Kira in an orphanage in Uganda, turned nine months old. I kept myself distracted from the sadness from being separated from her by keeping busy in my kitchen and entertaining friends. This is what I wrote this morning in the wee morning hours before anyone else was aroused…
“God it is Friday. I told myself on Monday I might collapse if we had no word by Friday about our court date. I fight the urge to entertain jealousy knowing in a couple days our friends will meet their appointment. Please God can we have our court date. I might need to sit and have myself a little cry this morning.(which I did) Why must we endure this hold out? Is it so others can watch how we endure the suffering? I am suffering in my heart each day that goes by that I cannot hold her. I will serve you any way you desire Lord. Please end my suffering today O God. I need you to hold me and help me through this. I hope our judge took pity on us and filed a date for us while we ate our Thanksgiving meal. I know you are in control God. Have mercy on us today Lord. I am growing weary. My hope is flickering dim. I need some encouragement, really I need it.”
I then opened to Romans 5 , just knowing the words of the bible would get me through this day even if I received no word, yet again. So I read how suffering causes us to persevere and this builds character and this gives us hope. And hope does not disappoint because we have fellowship with the Holy Spirit. There is where my strength is renewed.
One hour later, an email came in with our court date. We’re shopping for plane tickets right now!!! Praise God for mercy.