Today marks two years the ban on exit letters has been in place. Most days I try to think of the way we were with him. The way he was when we left him. It hurts to think of him with so much time between us. Two years. Two. Years. When I think of the 730 days we’ve missed with him…I can’t, I just can’t. I can’t let myself dwell on the sadness of this. If I felt the pain everyday, it would be too much to bare. But there are days….like today…when I feel it. When I let myself look at the pictures and videos and cry all day. When I let myself wonder what he will be like when I see him again. When I let myself wonder IF I will see him again. I wait for something beautiful. I wait for a day I don’t know will come. As I wait, I force myself to see the beauty in what is now. The new life God has given us that moves and grows rapidly inside the mystery of the womb. My eldest son that gives the extra dose of joy I need each day. I am grateful, I am. But today, I cry for him. I ache for him. Moses.
“Now, in the Bible a name…reveals the very essence of a thing, or rather the essence as God's gift…To name a thing is to manifest the meaning and value God gave it, to know it as coming from God and to know its place and function within the cosmos created by God. To name a thing, in other words, is to bless God for it and in it.” - John Piper
Originally we chose the name Moses because it meant “drawn up out of the water”, and I always loved the story of Moses in the Bible. He was raised by people that were not his race but he went back to save his people. He was literally “drawn up” out of his circumstances to a higher purpose in the overarching story of the God who loved him. We always hoped that our Moses would feel at home with us but have a tugging on his heart to give back to the people and the culture that birthed him. We had hoped that he would also be used by God someday to be a great man for his people.
We didn’t know when we chose this name how significant it would become to his/our journey. We didn’t know the long echoing cry of the patriarch of the Bible would become our cry. “Let my people go” “Let our children go” Very different situations, but to me the cry of desperation is the same. He is one of God’s children, an Israelite and he has yet to be “drawn up” out of the water to fulfill his purpose. But if Moses and the Israelites can wander in the desert for 40 years, we too can wait on God’s timing. We may never see what God does through our Moses. But we trust that God will do what He promised. He will draw His people closer to himself and we will wait. He will hear our groanings and he will not forget us.
These words have echoed in my heart all week.
I could just sit
I could just sit and wait for all Your goodness
Hope to feel Your presence
And I could just stay
I could just stay right where I am and hope to feel You
Hope to feel something again
And I could hold on
I could hold on to who I am and never let You
Change me from the inside
And I could be safe
I could be safe here in Your arms and never leave home
Never let these walls down
But You have called me higher
You have called me deeper
And I'll go where You will lead me Lord
You have called me higher
You have called me deeper
And I'll go where You lead me Lord
Where You lead me
And I will be Yours, oh
I will be Yours for all my life
So let Your mercy light the path before me
-All Sons and Daughters