As I gazed out on the busy street in Kiev, my tears flowed freely.
My journey to adopt a little girl had come to a crushing end leaving me with empty arms and a broken heart.
“I’m beginning to learn,” I wrote in my journal that day “not to ask why. I will trust you no matter how much it hurts, Lord. I will trust you.”
I brushed away a few more tears and scribbled a few more words on the lined notebook paper.
“I know that you love me and that your plans for me are good.
I will trust you when I can’t see anything.”
That decision paved the way for me to not only move forward with my life
but also to receive peace in the midst of the pain of disappointment.
Two years later I adopted a precious little girl from Russia and my heart was filled with praise.
But this is not a lesson one learns once for all. At least not for me.
Again I am dealing with the pain of disappointment and brokenness.
About three months ago my daughters and I discussed the possibility of getting a Labrador retriever.
A vacation that would last one week
or a dog that would share our life for many years? We discussed it again and again.
What would it be?
We all agree that we wanted the dog.
So we gathered items together and sold them
always putting the money in the big jar with the red top.
It took time and a group effort but there was no doubt about it.
It was time to get a dog. Excitement grew.
I longed for an sweet lab that wanted to would curl up beside you
finding pleasure in just being close.
My youngest longed for a dog that she could play with
and my oldest who had begged for a dog for years
sought a special companion.
We were all on board.
I spent hours and hours searching breeders and asking questions.
Many more hours looking into rescues of which I was up to this point unfamiliar.
Finally the day came.
I saw a photo of a beautiful six month old female lab/hound and said yes.
Within days she was transported to a nearby city and I traveled to get her.
It was perfect
or so I thought.
Day after day we worked on puppy training and socializing the lab/hound
with our other dog. Long walks.
All was well. All was calm.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for that day
When suddenly our dream came crushing down with an attack that threatened
the life of not only my other dog but also that of my oldest daughter.
Within days the puppy was sent back and the wounds we had experienced began to heal.
What? No dog? My heart questioned.
After all that?
After all the selling and saving and selling some more…
After all the hopes and dreams and wonderful long walks…
After all the sweet doggy kisses and thinking it was all perfect
to suddenly experience
This was not the dog for us.
Hopes crumbling down as quickly as sandcastles fall.
and filled with pain. I do not understand.
But down deep inside there is always hope
and we wait.
“Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.” Harriet Beecher Stowe
The wait might very well take years but He is Lord of the wait as much as He is Lord of the Answer.
Broken hearts choose to trust Him
and to hold onto Who God is when things get messy.
His promises never fail and He is love.
There is a plan –
I just know it.
So as I brush away another tear
I remember His words of care, 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.
Trusting is a choice that does not depend upon feelings.
Trusting knows that He’s always working behind the scenes.
Trusting believes in His goodness, love and glory.
“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery