The morning we left the house to travel half way around the world, Cease striving and know that I am God . . . Psalm (46:10a,NASB) was my main verse for my devotions.
Traveling by plane, train, and automobile with a family of four and an interpreter made for a challenging trip. I needed God beside me to endure this two-week trans-Atlantic trip for my son’s adoption. Stepping on foreign soil with a language barrier, smells, sights, and stress-inducing sounds, along with a seven hour time difference, magnified the shock to my body.
Arriving at the orphanage I was eager to set my eyes on my little nine year old guy. At first glimpse, he kept his eyes turned down. My heart tugged. Not once did he look at me. Inward I screamed, I cannot do this, Lord.
I left the first visit feeling uncertain—even though the rest of my family was excited. After arriving in our flat, I went to my knees in prayer. God, I need you to show up here today. I need to see if my little boy can bond with me. I need to see that You are in this adoption. I sensed, cease striving and know that I am God.
That evening as we visited the orphanage again, Igor came skipping towards me. Something was in his hand. As he got closer I saw a book with a picture on it. What was that picture? I wondered, could it be, is it?
We walked to the colorful flower garden, and sat on a bench. He looked up into my eyes. My heart leaped. Then I saw the picture. Through the interpreter I asked him to explain what was in this book? He spoke in his native tongue, men’s names such as Noah, Moses, David, and others from the Old Testament. My son carried a Bible, and God showed up, Cease striving and know that I am God.