I had lunch yesterday with one of my favorite people on the planet. She and I have been friends for close to twenty years. We aren't able to see one another nearly often enough but, when we do, we make the absolute most of it. Sometimes taking up residence in a restaurant booth for, oh, HOURS. In fact, the last time that we met, we literally wore out our welcome. The restaurant closed. I looked up at one point and realized that the two remaining workers were turning off the "OPEN" sign in the window - OOPS! That didn't stop us....we moved outdoors and parked it on a nearby bench. And then, when it got too hot, we got in her car and drove for a bit.
As I was thinking through some of our discussion yesterday, I couldn't help but see God in the details.
One of the first questions she asked was about the adoption, of course.
You should know, this friend of mine, she doesn't just ask basic questions. And she doesn't want basic answers either. Her thoughts are deep and when she asks a question, she's not just trying to make nice. She really wants to dive in and see what's going on. Not just any old "fine" will do. I love that about her!
And so she asked how I was feeling about the wait. She asked if I ever wondered if we heard God wrong or if we had considered just throwing in the towel.
My response to her was something like this: "Waiting is hard. It's not something that any of us are good at or want to do but, because I know the character of my God, I know that there is a purpose in the waiting. I know that there will come a time when I will look back on the wait and I will see and know and understand His timing".
As I shared this answer with her, giant tears filled her eyes.
You see, this friend has three wonderful children. They are spaced out almost exactly five years apart. And that was not their plan. Between each of her children, she suffered several miscarriages. I used to be able to tell you exactly how many but, at this moment, I can't recall. It was more than one family should have to bear.
Tears filled her eyes and she shared that she could now see why God made her wait as well and that, in fact, her youngest had recently asked his Dad, regarding the miscarriages, "If you and Mom had gotten to have those other babies, would you have me?".
Be still my heart.
And they were able to say to him, "You know, buddy, that's the thing about God....He knows so much more than we do and He KNEW that YOU were the one that was supposed to be our boy".
God knows the one that's supposed to be our girl....and though there are times that I wish I could do something to shorten the wait, the truth is that I wouldn't want any other girl but our girl.