I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and thought I would share…
I am sitting on my couch right now looking up at our newly decorated mantle. Hello Christmas! Hanging in perfect fashion are three tiny, yet largely represented stockings between the two “Mom” and “Dad” stockings. We hung them there to represent the treasure that we wait for.
Often when there is a calm in the storm (no news) we begin to have people ask if we have heard anything regarding the adoption.
Waiting for our children has led us to contemplating what it means to wait for Christ to return again. It has been a springboard to our understanding how our whole lives are that of waiting. Waiting for our children to be revealed, waiting for traveling to meet our children, waiting for the courts to deem our children ours, waiting to return back home….Waiting for these significant, yet fleeting moments in our lives leads us to and teaches us how to wait for our Father to come and bring with him restoration of all things.
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for that revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to decay and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”Romans 8:16-25-
We have been asked… how do you wait? How do you continue to live your lives not knowing if tomorrow you could receive a call or with the thought that the call won’t come for another year? Well, the honest answer is that we haven’t always waited very well. There has been crying. There has been pleading. There has been frustration. But at the same time, we have hope. We have the Gospel. We have everything necessary to live life and to live it in the fullness we were created because we live, hidden. Hidden in Christ’s substitutionary death that now covers us and rescues us from all that condemns us. There is nothing more than this.
“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord, more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.”Psalm 130:5-6