Returning to the Fortress

Been thinking a lot this week, really this month, about what it means to be "prisoners of Hope."

A month ago, we learned that our adoption agency had been debarred - and was no longer able to process adoptions, leaving us in limbo. We had no idea what that meant for our family. For our son, whose name we do not yet know, for our place in the process - would we have to start over? - and for the money we have already raised to bring him home through your generosity.

There has been a lot of tears. A lot of fear. A lot of uncertainty.

And yet - a lot of Hope. Because the worst thing is never the last thing.

We got to speak with our new adoption agency this week, or new caseworker too. She is amazing. Faithful. Kind. Spoke healing words to my soul. Wept with me. And then spoke Hope to us.

(By the way - she only works in Haiti. By the way - she is there all the time. By the way - she speaks creole all the time. By the way - she left part of her heart in Haiti.)

At one point in the conversation, she said, "I am supposed to ask, if you would rather stop the adoption..." and before she could say something else, my Momma heart spoke,

"Stop the adoption? There is no way. We might not know the name of our son - but we have a son. And he is in Haiti. And I will do anything. We will do anything. ANYTHING. To bring him home."

And she said, "I hear you, Momma. We will bring your son home."

Here is the thing. It is going to take a while.

We are still waiting on official State Department okay to switch agencies. We don't know when we will get the name of our child - although she said this stalled it a bit so it might be a year from now. We still don't know what funds will transfer from the old agency. We still don't know if we are going to have to fight for every penny you gave for us on.

(But they have no idea the power that this Daddy and Momma have when someone keeps us from our children - so I am hoping they make the right choice and turn it all over. Because we Posey/Bishops can be FIERCE about our children. And we know we have a BIG GOD FAMILY who is ready to stand in that fight with us.)

But here is the thing. I am going to return to my Fortress. I am going to revel in the TRUTH that I am hemmed in. That my family is hemmed in - behind and before. I am going to lean in to the HOPE that our God has got this. That if God is for us, what could ever stop us?

The worst thing is never the last thing. Because our God is in the Business of Resurrection.

"Return to your fortress, you prisoners of hope;

    even now I announce that I will restore twice as much to you."

Zachariah 9:12