This article is a guest post by a college friend, Abby Walters Blackmon. She and her husband are in the process of adopting a child from Haiti.
I am sitting on the “supper porch” of Liberty Lodge, two portable heaters blowing, diet coke a short reach away, pen in hand. My husband, no fool, sits inside studying 1 Samuel. Our three children here with us are all in various stages of waking (or not). The two children not with us are either on a mountain side in East Tennessee or on a mountain side 1400 miles away in Haiti. This week was supposed to be our first whole family vacation, the eldest skipping a few days of university to celebrate the homecoming of the newest.
As is so often the case, our plans are not God’s plans. And so we wait. I could say we are waiting on paperwork, the molasses-thick pace of the Haitian system, or the right email being sent by the right elected official to the right recipient in the American Embassy in Port au Prince. I could say we are waiting on a process which nine months ago we were assured would take six weeks! Each of those statements is fact.
The TRUTH is, we are waiting on God. It occurred to me a couple of weeks ago that I am right smack-dab up against a wall. A God-sized wall: impenetrable, unclimbable, un get-around-able God wall. I don’t mind telling you I was pretty angry about it (read: righteously pissed off). Then His Word came unbidden, ” Blessed are the poor in spirit…;” “He is close to the broken hearted . . .;” “Hope does not disappoint us.”
I realized that wall is not only God- sized; it is God-love, and if I would just LEAN IN and REST in His promises He would be faithful. Well, no. He’s going to be faithful. The choice to rail against or lean in was mine. So I’m leaning. And I do have joy in hope today. As I look around my favorite house on my favorite island, I am boldly sitting at the foot of His throne, resting in His promises. She’ll be here with her forever family just exactly according to His pleasing and perfect will.Dr. Abby Walters Blackmon is a pediatrician in Knoxville, TN. She’s a child of God by grace; wife and mother by love; East Tennessean by birth; Geechee (or low country) girl by choice; lover of Haiti by heart. Respond to Abby’s article by clicking “Comment” above. You can follow Abby in her progress towards adoption and her writing on Facebook at Abby Walters Blackmon.