26 months since application, 12 months and 1 day since receiving her referral, and it finally happened. We were united with our daughter!
In many ways, things have been far better than we could have ever imagined. Meeting our daughter’s caretakers was incredibly encouraging. We braced for a large orphanage where everyone was too stretched, and instead our daughter spent the past 26 months in a small home with 7 dear women and 6 children. We anticipated the standard developmental delays that often accompany those who grow up in institutionalized care, instead she is cognitively and physically on track. Based on our observations of the orphanage, and how she is doing now, all evidence points to her being emotionally and physically nurtured. This has brought immense relief and joy! We are forever indebted to the women who loved her so well until we could.
There was just one problem I wasn’t prepared for and it’s already proven to be the hardest challenge yet.
I mean, I knew I’d eventually sin against her, just as I sin against my other kids. But surely it would take a while. I have waited for this girl for years! I view her life as a precious gift! I was mentally prepared to face all kinds of challenges with her! But no matter how much you prepare your mind, it’s a whole new ballgame once you’re in it.
The first time we heard her cry/whine/scream we were like, “Oh, she’s so cute when she’s sad. Poor thing.”
I think it was only Day 3 when I thought, “Are you freaking kidding me? Can’t you wait ONE SECOND without flipping out!”
Day 4, “This girl is driving me nuts. If she pinches me one more time…”
Day 5, “WOULD SHE JUST SHUT UP ABOUT THE BANANAS”
You get the picture.
Perhaps if there’d been evidence of a hard orphanage situation, I’d be inclined to extend more grace. Perhaps if I knew she’d experienced food deprivation, I wouldn’t be screaming inwardly while she tantrums over wanting a 4th banana. But perhaps not.
Maybe my problem is that my propensity towards sin is a lot more powerful than I care to admit. Maybe my strong conviction to be compassionate isn’t enough to change my heart from being impatient and angry. Maybe I’m just a really weak mom in need of a really strong Savior.
The problem certainly isn’t that I need to be convinced of the right things: I know I should be tender when she’s whiny, I should be patient when she screams, I should be affectionate when she’s aggressive, I should be gracious when she’s defiant. I should correct her in love and not in anger. The problem is that “… I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing” (Rom. 7:18-19).
Yet while this unexpectedly intense struggle to be impatient, angry, and resentful towards my daughter is discouraging, I know there is hope. I really want to honor Jesus and love the people he’s placed in my life–unfortunately, on my own, I’m pretty awful at it. But I’m not on my own! I know that in every temptation, the Holy Spirit is with me offering strength to overcome it. I can endure (1 Cor. 10:13)! I know that even though I’m still easily entangled by sin, in Christ I am no longer a slave to sin. I can change (Rom. 6:6-7)! I know that when I fail and yell at her precious face, or pull her away from the oven (again) a little too roughly, or give in to inward grumbling, and then crumble as I realize the depth of my sin, that I don’t stand under condemnation. I am forgiven (Rom. 8:1)!
With as much as I wish I could always be a naturally gracious, forbearing, and loving mom, maybe it’s a good thing that I’m not. Being confronted with my weakness is the quickest way to kill my pride, and the fastest way to drive me to Christ. What a beautiful thing it is to be forgiven. What a blessed thing it is to be given power to change. And what a humbling thing it is to realize you can’t do any of it on your own.