The third song started singing about Moses. And something about this song struck a cord in my heart. I felt a lump in my throat as I pondered the words.
Who saved a baby in a boat?
Who kept that baby’s boat afloat?
Who loved that baby in the reeds?
Who knows just what a baby needs?
Who cares for you in just that way?
And gives you all you need today?
Yes, God’s the one who, day by day
Will care for you in every way.
We are two months deep into the adoption paperwork, and I still have a difficult time wrapping my mind around how this is going to flesh out in real life. I do feel like I have a daughter with a beating heart, somewhere, half-way around this world. When I dwell on it I feel a huge urgency in my spirit to bring her home. But much of the time, it still seems so far away. Without a face attached to my somewhere-daughter, it's easy to forget that she even exists yet. That sounds horrible, but it's true. But truth is, she probably needs my prayers more than ever now, before she is home.
As I listened to this song, my mind was stuck on her. My sweet baby girl, somewhere. Being kept afloat by the only one who holds life in his hands. Loved already. Her needs known already. Cared for, and given what she needs in a way I simply can't yet.
Man. A mixture of heartbreak and complete gratitude as I pondered that God cares for our baby girl just as he cared for Moses. An orphan baby just floating about, wondering who is going to put a roof over her head. And one more picture for me of how deeply God loves and cares for the orphan. Over and over again in His story, he has used the fatherless to bring forth his great plan. How easily I forget that the God of the universe already sees and loves her.
As I'm driving, I hit repeat on the song a time or two, using as a prayer for the face I have yet to see. And then it hits me again.
Do I not believe that the same is also already true for me?
I struggle with striving. Trying to do it on my own instead of surrendering. Living as if I need to prove my worth or something , when really God already cares and gives me what I need. And even, feeling like who am I to be on this journey. How often I need to rest in his truth, as a mom especially. With a two-year-old and a three-year-old I feel like I am flying by the seat of my pants. My kids don't always buy into my plans for good behavior. My method of discipline often seems to fall short when two tantruming boys seem to result in only more ugly behavior... often from me.
Still. I am seen. My needs are known. And I only need to abide. Fill my mind with truth, instead of the lies that I'm unworthy. Rest in Him.
Now this song has become my prayer for my baby girl, wherever she is, that she find His love covering her already. That she would feel seen. Cared for. Known. Peace beyond understanding. Despite whatever chaos may be in her world right now.