We've been applying for adoption grants and just last night met with some friends who were able to put in a good word for us concerning one of the grants.
My husband kept his word in a potentially difficult situation (in spite of his selfish wife urging him to do otherwise - thankful Drew listens to God more than me:)
I've felt overwhelmed by the friends and family God has provided to be encouraged with us about adoption.
So why was it on Wednesday night I was in tears unable to see how everything would work out. I've felt sad this week thinking of how often I have NO perspective in the crucial hours when it's most needed. I'm not totally sure why I get that way. I know the truth is that even if I face death itself that I have hope that will never pass.
Drew and I have been listening to a Josh Garrels song called Ulysses all week.
I'm holding on to the hope that one day this could be made right
I've been shipwrecked, and left for dead, and I have seen the darkest sights
Everyone I've loved seems like a stranger in the night
But oh my heart still burns, tells me to return, and search the fading light
I'm sailing home to you I won't be long
By the light of moon I will press on
Until, I find, my love
Trouble has beset my ways, and wicked winds have blown
Sirens call my name, they say they'll ease my pain, then break me on the stones
But true love is the burden that will carry me back home
Carry me with the, memories of the, beauty I have known
I'm sailing home to you I won't be long
By the light of moon I will press on
So tie me to the mast of this old ship and point me home
Before I lose the one I love, before my chance is gone
I want to hold, her in, my arms
Once again I find myself running home to my God who is love. Always forgiving, restoring, blessing because of the finished work of Jesus. Freedom to hope.
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