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let me tell you what God did

I’m still processing this whole thing. The miracle-wonder that happened to our precious little family last week. I know I’ve posted this a few times already, but a few months ago God gave me Romans 4 as a vision of what He was going to do for my family:

13-15That famous promise God gave Abraham—that he and his children would possess the earth—was not given because of something Abraham did or would do. It was based on God’s decision to put everything together for him, which Abraham then entered when he believed. If those who get what God gives them only get it by doing everything they are told to do and filling out all the right forms properly signed, that eliminates personal trust completely and turns the promise into an ironclad contract! That’s not a holy promise; that’s a business deal. A contract drawn up by a hard-nosed lawyer and with plenty of fine print only makes sure that you will never be able to collect. But if there is no contract in the first place, simply a promise—and God’s promise at that—you can’t break it.
16This is why the fulfillment of God’s promise depends entirely on trusting God and his way, and then simply embracing him and what he does. God’s promise arrives as pure gift. That’s the only way everyone can be sure to get in on it, those who keep the religious traditions and those who have never heard of them. For Abraham is father of us all. He is not our racial father—that’s reading the story backward. He is our faith father.

I’m not going to lie. I was terrified when I had to get on that plane on May 24th, not knowing the outcome of Ephraim’s adoption and afraid to meet and fall more deeply in love with a son who I knew God placed in my heart but wasn’t sure if He was going to place in my hands. But something changed in my heart and in my spirit when mom dropped me off at the airport and I was crying, and Caleb was crying, and even buddy dog was crying . . . I remembered God’s original promise to me, “Do this, and I will take care of you.” Somehow my fears began to slough off as I began to let go of the outcome of this journey and focus on the One who brought me to it. In counseling over the past few months,  my talking person (kudo’s to Ms. Bausch for introducing me to that phrase) walked me through the emotional tangles of this whole process and helped me work towards a place of peace with God and His way of working in this situation.

But back to my original intent of this post, I want to tell you what God did. You see a few weeks ago I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. As I got to work that morning, I received an email from my agency that had the following words in all caps: IMPOSSIBLE, NO, IMPOSSIBLE!!!  . . . all in reference to the police letter that Ephraim’s case needed for federal court (i.e. the one document standing in between him becoming my son). In case you aren’t up on your adoption lingo, these words are never good in international adoption correspondence. They usually are a precursor to even more bad news (as in the prior two times I lost my son), which generally means the adoption is closing and here’s the rubber stamp that’s going to put Katie Brock back in counseling for an indefinite period of time. I cried a lot that day. But then, while I was sleeping, God performed a miracle and a 10:08 am the next morning, I received this in my inbox:

Yes indeed.

It’s the missing police letter.

It’s God doing what He said He would do.

It’s the miracle that makes Caleb, Ephraim, & I a We.

 I truly cannot wait to bring him HOME to see what God has in store for his miracle-wonder life.

We love you buddy, hang in there, your momma & brother are coming to get you as soon as we can!!