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Today’s post is from Aaron Ivey. Aaron currently lives in Austin, Texas and works at The Austin Stone Community Church as a pastor of worship. He also recently released a new album that has had pretty good success and I absolutely love. Aaron and I have been friends over the interwebs for a while now and he has a wonderful perspective on the church, worship, mission, and justice.
Trusting an unseen God with the course and direction of my life had always been an incredibly difficult thing to grasp. It had been more of a catch phrase than an actual way of living. Sure we trust that God is good, and that He loves and cares for us. But to actually trust Him with the details, the inner workings of life, seems much more difficult. However, over the past two years, placing trust in a sovereign God (although still unseen) has been the most liberating and cherished things I’ve experienced.
Two years ago, my wife and I saw a devastating photograph of a little Haitian boy, malnourished and abandoned, and our hearts were moved with a sense of compassion and righteous anger that any child would have to experience such a thing. We knew we had to respond to the need of this orphaned child, so shortly after seeing the photo, we began the long process of adoption. A few months into the process, another baby girl was admitted to the same rescue center in a small village of Haiti, and we quickly began adopting her as well. Two long years have passed. Although progress has been made in their adoption journey, the process is complex, and we still find ourselves waiting for them to come home.
Never have I seen such a painful paradox than the one I see in my own family. I have two children that live amidst the devastation and abject poverty of the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. They have barely escaped malnutrition, abandonment, and even death. They live in a village with only a few hours of electricity, scarce food supplies, and fall prey to yearly disastrous storms and hurricanes. In their village, every day is a day of survival. Contrast this scenario with my other two children that live in comfortable Austin, Texas. These two, Cayden and Deacon, sleep in comfortable beds inside their air-conditioned bedroom. Their pantry is loaded with plenty of food, fresh water flows from faucets, and they are comforted by the embrace of their mother and father every day. The paradox of seeing half of my family living in comfortable USA and the other half living in devastating Haiti has absolutely wrecked me out.
In this season, there has been frustration and discomfort beyond explanation. I’ve never experienced such a sense of anger towards the injustice of the world we live in. I find myself thinking of my two Haitian children every day, wondering if they know they have a father that is working hard to bring them home. I wake up every morning, stare at a photograph hanging on my bathroom mirror, and I am filled with sorrow that my Haitian children are not sleeping with their brothers right down the hall.
Yet, in the middle of all this pain, all this frustration, there is a sweetness in knowing and trusting that God is sovereign. Perhaps His sovereignty, His careful planning, is never more apparent than in the times we see our own lack of control. There is an insurmountable peace in knowing that my decisions, my actions, my workings are not responsible for bringing these kids home. There is a peace in knowing that the sovereign God that created my children has been diligently crafting the story that is unfolding. It was God that placed them in Haiti. It was God that rescued them from death, as He burdened our heart with adoption. It was God that carefully planned the day they will be released to come home. He knew it before time was created, and He wrote the story exactly as He wanted it.
A few years ago I read this in one of my favorite books, “The Sacrament of the Present Moment” by Jean-Pierre De Caussade. “God and His divine order must be cherished in all things, just as it is, without asking for anything more; whatever he may offer us is not our business but God’s, and what He ordains is best.”
I cannot place trust in a system, a government, or a process to bring to my family to a place of completion. I can only trust that my God, in all His kindness, planned this time of waiting, and knew it to be perfect and best. I may not understand it, but it doesn’t change that he pre-destined the story exactly as He saw fit. And, it’s with a wreck-less sense of working, hoping, and praying that I patiently walk through this time of sorrow. He is present in the sorrow, and that is something to be cherished.
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