Well, we’re coming off a fabulous Memorial Day weekend. We
were able to rent a cabin at Timber Bay Camp north of the Twin Cities and enjoy
a lot of good time together as a family of five. We enjoyed identifying the
beautiful wildflowers, noticing the many fun creatures around us, feeding the horses,
impromptu hanging out by the lake, hiking
to the frog bog, kayaking with the kids for the first time, cooking hotdogs and
marsh mellows over the fire and even witnessing a mama eagle teaching her young one
to fly. I didn't have my camera with me most of the time, but did capture a few moments....
Now that I’ve painted a picture perfect weekend and you’re all going “aww…that
sounds so amazing and wonderful!” Let me continue.
We enjoyed gathering bouquets of wildflowers until we
realized some were protected species and we probably should leave them alone. Every
once in a while we’d hear Annie shriek in pure terror at
seeing mosquitos land on her arm, run to her and try to calm her and convince
her it was OK not go home yet. You can also imagine the parental mood while monitoring
three young children excitedly surrounding a raging campfire while randomly tripping over rocks and
holding long, sharp, wooden, and metal objects. All this while trying to actually get some dinner
prepared. Then watching the boys get their hopes up to go fishing with some new
friends, only to have them dashed and in tears because the line they were given
was all tangled and unusable. We were constantly checking each other for ticks,
peeling off leeches from various body parts and to top it off having a frog get
lost in our fully packed van while and
attempting to find it while swatting at zillions of mosquitos who had decided to swarm us at that exact moment in time.
So, when asked to describe our weekend, we have the option
to describe it either as the first paragraph or the second. Or of some
combination of them both. It seems life is usually some crazy and unpredictable
blend of both. However, I do think we have to make a choice as to which description we
choose to dwell on.
As I write this, our agency Director and another staff are
probably preparing to head back to the States from their two weeks in China. We have heard no news personally from them, just a general
update that the relationship and partnership with the orphanage is official and
so very soon, we will be hearing about specific children who need families.
On that note, our agency has asked us to make it known their China program
is growing and as of now they have more children assigned to them than they
have homes for. I know adoption is not for everyone. I know it’s a call not on everyone's heart. I also think it IS a call on some of our hearts. I also believe God gives
us stepping stones in our path towards the answering of the call. In a spirit
of respect for every one’s individual journey, today I’m praying for a stepping
stone in the journey towards adoption in at least one of your paths. As you’ve followed our story so far, or others you know,
if there is a stirring within you at all, please do not ignore it. Just stop reading this blog, pray
and ask the Creator and Savior of the universe…. “How do you want to use me/us to be a
blessing? Is it to take in one of your orphans as our own?” Then listen to His heart. I
would love to hear from you and pray for you.
Adoption is not going to be a walk in the park. I’ve read the books. I’ve
heard the stories from families gone before us.
There will be shrieks of terror, lost frogs in the van, sharp objects
around the fire and making mistakes of picking the wrong flowers. Sometimes when I think about these things, all the potential challenges and heartaches of the future, I can get a bit worried. Even a little scared. Can we handle this emotionally? Do we have enough support? But, we do feel led this far, so I have to trust God will provide for our needs as a family. Why would He bring us this far and abandon us? And while I cognitively
know hard times are likely coming, I want to choose to dwell on the other side of adoption.
The side where I get to see another child take her first kayak ride by
herself when she’s always been too afraid to leave my side for fear I will not be
there when she comes back. The side where our daughter takes a minute to notice
a beautiful wildflower because she has spent her entire life
within a very small radius of God’s beautiful world. And the part where I get
to point up high, showing her the mama eagle as she takes her baby eagle out for a glide over
the water and talk about how I will always be her mom and take care of her just
like that mama eagle is taking care of her baby in the sky.
We hope your Memorial Day weekend was filled with many
moments to dwell on!
Praise the Lord! Yes, really praise him!
I will praise him as long as I live, yes, even with my dying breath. Don’t look to men for help; their greatest leaders fail; for every man must die.
His breathing stops, life ends, and in a moment all he planned for himself is ended.
But happy is the man who has the God of Jacob as his helper, whose hope is in the Lord his God— the God who made both earth and heaven, the seas and everything in them.
He is the God who keeps every promise, who gives justice to the poor and oppressed and food to the hungry.
He frees the prisoners and opens the eyes of the blind; he lifts the burdens from those bent down beneath their loads.
For the Lord loves good men.
He protects the immigrants and cares for the orphans and widows.
But he turns topsy-turvy the plans of the wicked.
The Lord will reign forever. O Jerusalem, your God is King in every generation! Hallelujah!
Praise the Lord!