On this crazy ride called international adoption, one has good days and one has bad days. On the good days, I am 100% sure that this is what God intends for us; to wait as long as necessary for our next little babe or two to come home from Ethiopia. The complete opposite is true for the bad days; I wonder and question everything. From finding a child on a waiting children's site to changing programs or agencies to quiting completely and fostering here in Texas.
I'll be honest when I say that the good days surpass the bad days but those bad days, they are discouraging. On Friday, while we were celebrating Gabriel's adoption day my heart couldn't help but long for the time when our next little one will be home. It didn't help that on entering the zoo I saw a mother pulling a little red-haired boy in a wagon while a tiny dark skinned baby was strapped to her chest in a carrier.
We took a water and sun chip break at the cafe by the giraffe's. With the shade and cool breeze, we sat outside snacking and watching the giraffes enjoy a snack for themselves. As Gabe and I finished our snack, we left, again walking past the giraffes and the information board in front of their area. I am one of those people, that no matter how many times I go to the zoo I have to read the information boards. It's even better now because I can read the boards aloud to Gabe!
While reading about the giraffes and their dark blue/black tongues, it hit me. Like a door slamming in my face, it hit me.
Surely the God who cares enough about the giraffe to make his tongue dark in order to protect it from sunburn, cares about our adoption. Surely He cares about how our hearts long to hold the one we see in our dreams. Surely he cares about the millions of orphans that need a home and the families waiting to bring them home. The Bible tells us exactly how much God cares for the orphans but sometimes my human tendencies cause me to forget. And Friday, I was given a visual reminder of how much God cares; about me, about you, even about giraffes.