This time last year, Jarrid and I were living in Washington, and were in the final stages of adopting a sweet baby boy - which was set to be finalized in early January. Right before it was time for us to meet this little guy and bring him home, the mother called to let us know she had changed her mind. Much confusion, brokenness and questions of but why, God? filled our hearts and our minds during the minutes, hours, days, weeks and months that followed that unexpected phone call. This is where we learned how to trust God in a new way. Something beautiful happens when our deepest, darkest brokenness meets Gods beautiful, unwavering love. He wrapped us in His arms, and even though He didnt answer our questions of why, He filled us with His peace that passes all understanding. We couldnt ask for much more than that. I began to pray fervently and specifically that God would bless us with a son in His timing, in His way - whether that be through adoption or pregnancy. Months passed, and the silence felt like knives in my soul, digging deeper than I knew it ever could. God was still there. I kept praying, waiting, hoping. Yesterday, as most of you know, Jarrid and I found out that we are going to have a son of our own - our little Finch Wilson. It is so beautiful to watch Gods better story unfold. He knows what we need. He knows what we desire. Even greater, He knows that until we learn to find all of our satisfaction and worth in Him, nothing else will be beneficial for us. Oh, the difference a year can make. This Christmas, I am so grateful for our sweet gift, Finch, and even more grateful for our El Roi, The God Who Sees. -Juli Wilson
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 17:57:55 +0000
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