When we started this process I was determined to set a record for the fastest Waiting Child adoption ever. I know, surprises you all. I combed websites, filled out paperwork, gathered documents, attended our required online training sessions, read our required books... all at record speed. We informed our agency on March 14, 2013 of our intentions to adopt Benjamin Lilu. On June 26th all of our paperwork was sent to China (home study, initial immigration approval) all notarized, certified and authenticated. We expected that we would possibly travel in October based on current time lines and our approved medical expedite with immigration. After not hearing any updates for weeks, our agency was finally informed that our paperwork had been "misplaced" and hadn't even been logged into the system until August 13th. Then several weeks later expecting to hear we had approval, we received a request for more documents.
With our most recent delay I was encouraged by another adoptive mom to read the Psalm that corresponded with the number of days we had been waiting. So, I counted back to June 26th and started digging into the Psalms.
Today was Day 121.
Today I read Psalm 121.
1 I look up to the mountains—
does my help come from there?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth!3 He will not let you stumble;
the one who watches over you will not slumber.
4 Indeed, he who watches over Israel
never slumbers or sleeps.5 The Lord himself watches over you!
The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade.
6 The sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon at night.7 The Lord keeps you from all harm
and watches over your life.
8 The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go,
both now and forever.
I have heard this Psalm since I was a little girl but reading it again today I was taken back to the moment when this Psalm came to life for me.
I was 20 years old and house managing for a production of "Diary of Anne Frank". I will never forget hearing my friend, Carmen Beauxbeaux, as Mrs. Frank reciting Psalm 121 as the Franks and fellow attic-mates celebrated Hanukkah. Night after night I heard these words spoken in the context of one of the most abhorrent moments in human history. Carmen spoke them strong and clear, infusing Mrs. Frank with a quiet confidence in her God.
As the memory washed over me I was overwhelmed by my lack of faith. I have trouble trusting God in every area of my life. Yet for one to speak the words of Psalm 121 in the face of annihilation... well, it seems impossible.
Oh me of little faith. Forces me to my knees. Destroys me. Brings me to Mark 9:24 as I say along with the father begging for healing for his son, "Lord, I do believe, but help me overcome my unbelief!”