When the wondering finally left their eyes, I knew we were going to be alright.
For weeks and months after the little girls came to live with us, I saw their questions in every unsure, backward glance:
“Will the lady with the bedtime songs and prayers be here tomorrow night, and the next? Will she still be here when I wake up in the morning, and after school, and at the end of a long car ride?”
Their wonderings came out in tears or tantrums far more often than words, but I heard them loud and clear. I heard them, and oh, how I wanted to foster a safe place. Somewhere secure, where they’d know that I wouldn’t dream of causing them harm.
I couldn’t promise things outside of my control, so instead, I said a truthful thing that was real:
“For as long as you are here with me, I will take care of you and love you and keep you safe.”
I said it again and again. And then I did it, again and again. Robert did too, and we are far from perfect. But after awhile, I looked and the wondering was mostly gone.
When the wondering was mostly gone, I knew we were going to be alright.
I look at my other babies.
The Brave One, who has been through more than my heart can hold onto without breaking. Whose 16 years mean that “mom” is a name I’m hardly old enough, yet still priveleged to be called.
Our Firstborn, who has taught me more about grace, and peace, and trusting Jesus than I learned in all the years before she came along. Whose story is painful and glorious, and full of suffering and of hope too.
Little Man, my baby boy. Sometimes, I just want to stay here in this season where I can whisk him up into my arms, away from the brokenness all around. I want time to freeze these big smile, belly laugh moments.
“Will the God with the promises and miracle stories be here tomorrow and the next day? Will He still be here when I’m not enough, and in the middle of my mess, and all the way until we win? Will we win?”
My wonderings came out in fear and frustration far more often than words, but they spoke loud and clear. He heard them, and oh, how patiently my Father drew me to a safe place. Somewhere secure, where I’d know that He wouldn’t dream of causing me harm.
I’m not sure exactly when the wondering left my eyes, but it’s gone.
Because the One who holds the whole world in His hands said a truthful thing that is real:
“Be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”–Matthew 28:20
He said it again and again. And then He did it again and again. He did it again and again, perfectly faithful, ’til one day I looked and the wondering was gone.
When the wondering was gone, I knew we were going to be alright. So much more than just alright.