Isaac

I don't know how many of you reading this blog have been following the events recently regarding the international adoption scene in Russia, as the media hasn't felt the need to cover them, but some significant changes have taken place in that arena. I probably would be completely oblivious to it myself if it weren't for Isaac.

Isaac is the little boy from Russia who my cousin and his family in Arizona were in the process of adopting. They had gone on their first visit this past November and had finally met this precious little boy for whom God has moved mountains, and then in December, Russian president Putin started talking about placing a ban on Russian adoptions out of the U.S., which went into effect in January. Since that time, people have been working to fight against the ban, trying to get these babies home to the families already in process. This past Thursday, several representatives from adoption agencies in Russia met with the U.S. Department of State and at the end of the day, hundreds of families were told that they would not get to bring their children home. Russia has closed its' doors to U.S. adoptions.

I can't fully explain it, but there is something about Isaac that just incites you to love him just based on his picture. From the time that Jason and Jaime began this process two years ago, this little boy has captured my heart and I've never even met him. I was so looking forward to him coming home!

To say that I was disappointed upon hearing the news on Thursday could be classified as an understatement. Upset, yes. Grieving, most definitely. Angry? Yeah. I was. I'll fully admit to having a momentary "crisis of faith" (which sounds super over-dramatic). I just couldn't understand, and still really don't, why God would have moved so many mountains to get Isaac closer and closer to home and then at the most pivotal moment, why would He stay His hand? Why not move this mountain? If God is so good, why did He turn His back on these precious children?

It dawned on me the next morning as I was journaling about all of this, it was as though a voice whispered to my heart, "Tiffany, don't you think that I am weeping for them too?" Of course God has not turned His back. He is holding these children safe in His loving arms and He will make a way for them to have a better life. He must have a plan; I just don't know what it is. But He is watching over them. He is good and He is doing good.