As we drove through the night I wondered what I had gotten myself into.
Here I was, halfway around the world,
with a Russian driver
on my way fromMoscowtoKostroma
to meet little Jenny for the first time.
Blinding snow continued to mount
but our car
under the expertise of Yuri
plowed through it.
Like remembering a dream
I can still see the rustic restaurant we stopped at
to grab a bite to eat.
The wind blew furiously as we walked form the car to the restaurant
But once inside
it was cozy and warm.
I glanced around the room trying to memorize it.
The fire blazing in the fireplace. The friendly waitress.
It was all so charming
a contrast to the weather outside.
“Will we be able to make it?” I remember asking Yuri.
He smiled back at me looking almost amused by my question.
With a nod,
A simple nod,
he reassured me that the weather would not detain us.
I didn’t eat much as I recall.
My thoughts were solely focused on my destination.
To see a precious little two year old
who had already spent too much time
in an orphanage.
My driver and adoption facilitator was ever calm.
Experienced and completely reliable
he took to the wheel again that night
driving through the blackness.
we were stopped by t he police.
Fear again clutched my heart not knowing what the problem was.
Yuri got out of the car
and walked on ahead.
I could hear them talking back and forth.
I waited in the car watching the snow continue to mount.
Finally I saw him walking back towards our car.
In typical fashion, he didn’t talk much.
“No problem,” he started the car again.
Steady. Calm. Focused.
I remember asking what that had been about
but never really understanding.
It clearly was not to be my concern.
No, my place was to ride along
that we would get toKostroma
and I would eventually meet my little girl.
Today as I gaze at my growing 12 year old
I smile at the memories.
My fears were real
the storm was bad that night
but my leader and guide got me there and back.
Life all too often has some very difficult stretches.
to just name a few.
Many times things we have no control over.
but our Guide is there.
Shining moments all over.
Our Guide is in front knowing exactly what we will face before it happens.
Our Guide knows how to carry us through.
Our Guide provides for us and protects us in the midst of the storm.
Yes, the Lord always takes care of His child.
Let’s focus on our trustworthy Guide
and our fears will decrease.
As we keep our eyes on Him
we will experience the incredible wonder of living this life of faith.
and seeing for ourselves
that He is Who He says He is
and that He does what He says He will do.
All the time!