What a surprising few weeks we have had.
We are soon to be The 9 Irons. We sound like golf clubs.
We are adopting again. Only this time it is from Eastern Europe.
Nigel and I have discussed the possibility of doing international adoptions before, but it was always in the “oh-that-would-be-nice-one-day” sort of way. Not the get-your-paperwork-and-passport-right-now sort of way.
Apparently, God had something different in mind.
Meet our sweet boy…
I miss him. I have never met this boy, and I miss him.
I do recognize all of this is illogical. Which is kind of a deviation for me. Logic says I could save a lot of money and time and adopt domestically.
But birthing or adopting children is almost never logical. As my sweet friend Sarah says, “There is always a better time.” A time when we have more money, more time, less kids in the house, older kids…there is always a much more logical scenario I can dream up to do anything.
But this baby may not have time. And that terrifies me.
I found out that children born in our child’s country are usually transferred to a mental institution at the age of 4. And many do not live past the age of 5. Our boy will be three in five months. He has a wealth of medical issues that need to be addressed.
I have spent a lot of time praying. A lot of time thinking. A lot of time crying and crying…I am trying to keep the crying under control, but so far, it isn’t working.
I am broken.
Broken because life discarded is the most wretched of human activity.
No matter in what country it takes place.
I am joyful too…
Joyful in the hope that we will get there in time. Joyful in the abundance of God’s grace in my silly, little, petty worries along the way. Joyful in seeing God’s hand in each and every step. Joyful as I watch our wonderful kids brain storming ways to get their brother here sooner.
What the heck are we doing?
I am generally fairly clear in my head about what is right and wrong. But this decision wasn’t so clear. There ARE kids here that need a home. We certainly know that. There ARE kids here that have special needs. We know that too. We are also keenly aware that we cannot save all children. If I didn’t know that, I would have significantly MORE than almost 7 kids.
While we know we cannot save everyone, we are just as positive that we can save some.
And in some way, so can all of you. We can all be involved in some capacity in saving parent-less children.
It may not mean adoption.
It may mean mentoring. It may mean funding someone else who is adopting. It may mean babysitting while parents have a night off. It may mean just sending a note of encouragement.
I am 1000% sure God did not call one single person on this planet to do nothing.
Logical thought, or maybe just good old common sense tells us if we all do something,
something WILL get done.
So, in this life, in this moment, in this leap of faith, we choose to get our boy.
We CHOOSE to DO something.
We choose to fly across the ocean for this one. Not all, not even some this time…just one.
So, we are doing lots of paperwork.
We are getting lots of certified documents together.
We are trying to figure out logistics.
We are excited and nervous.
We are blessed with one more….