We Cant Go On
If comparing this adoption to pregnancy, I’m currently at that stage in labor where you swear you will never do this again. I’m so tyerd of the waiting and the not knowing and not getting my questions answered. I’m so tyerd of revamping my timeline. I’m tyerd of walking by the empty room where my baby is supposed to be. I’m tyerd of wanting, of not understanding God, of having to say “no, nothing yet, we’re still waiting for the call.”
“Hurry with your answers, God! I’m nearly at the end of my rope. Dont turn away, dont ignore me. That would be certain death. If you wake me in the morning with the sound of your loving voice, I’ll go to sleep each night trusting in you. Point out the road I must travel. I’m all ears, all eyes before you. Save me from my enemies, God - you’re my only hope. Teach me how to live to please you, because you’re my God.” - Psalm 143:7-10