Hurry Up and Wait

A conversation with our oldest Eden:

Eden: Wow. I can't believe you are bringing our brother home from Haiti with you. 

Me: Wait. What? 

Eden: Aren't you and dad going to Haiti in July to bring back our brother?

Me: We are going to Haiti, 

but we aren't going to be able to bring your brother home for a while, sweetie. 

You will be 8 or 9 before he comes home. 

We have a lot more money to pay and a lot more paperwork to fill out. 

Eden: When I am 8 or 9? That is too long to wait!

She is going to be 8 in September. 

But I agree with her. 

2-3 years is a long way off. A long, long wait. 

Sometimes it chokes me up. 

Like when I was preaching Sunday about risk taking, 

and shared how this is a huge risk for our family. 

Something we can't do on our own. 

Something GOD HAS TO DO. 

Because we can't do it on our own.

And I said, "It is hard to think that it will be 2 or 3 years before 

our son is worshiping with us here in this sanctuary..."

And I almost lost it. 

Like started weeping in the middle of my sermon. 

Because that is too long to wait. 

Because I can't help but wonder what his life is like now. 

If he goes to bed with a hungry belly. 

If he is getting any sort of affection. 

If he is sick and needing a momma's love. 

If someone is reading him a book or 

singing him a song as he goes to sleep. 

If anyone has told him that Jesus loves him. 

And that a family is getting ready to welcome him home. 

Thank you for your prayers, we feel them, 

and we know that they matter...

Peace, Katie