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Walking Beau tonight, a stillness covered the street and felt as though the world had been muted. With silence all around, save a few frogs, I was lost in thought looking up at the fuzzy white moon. If she has been born, she sleeps under this same moon. I thought about how China feels so far away, so 'other', and yet we inhabit the same world. We sleep under the same exact moon. We are so very far, but so close at the same time.
When the distance feels far, I wonder about the cultural change for her coming to the United States, and part of me already aches at the thought that she will be removed from her spot in the world. I ache that she will have this big looming mystery in the background about her native land, her parents, her culture... But when I look up at that mutual moon, I can't help but feel the deeper reality that goes far beyond culture, race, gender and geography. The spiritual reality of life flows like white-water rushing passed the rocks and jagged edges of my hesitations and fears. That rushing confident water is the reality that this little one is ultimately and most truly, a spirit; a soul. And though her culture would have been different in China, her soul is no different than mine: in deep need of Love, and in dire need of a Savior. I long for that little soul to know that her Maker loves and cherishes her existence in this world. Though her journey will have started in Asia, my prayer is that her desination will be the same as mine...the same as those who have lived throughout a thousand generations and followed the same small, still Voice. One day, I believe all cultures and peoples of every kind will gather around the welcome table of the greatest Adoptive Parent of all, and Jesus will lift the glass as we enter our true family, forever. At that table will be people from every tribe and tongue, all coalescing into the same family...sitting at the same table. And I can see her sitting there.
If there were no spiritual reality to life, I would struggle with removing a child from their culture. But the truth is, we all have the same lineage. We *are* the human race. And by the grace of God, I believe that it is the work of Jesus, that Firstborn among creation, to continue to draw the human race back into the family we are intended to be. One family. Created people living under one fuzzy moon, and coming to know the One Love that set the world in motion in the first place.
'What kindness she will find in his calm-water eyes'... these words came so simply sitting across the table from Tim over fish tacos last night, sun glowing through the window into his Florida-Keys eyes, filling mine with thankful tears. What a sweet father she has across the world waiting for her.Share This Update!
By the grace of God, we have moved beyond the initial 'deer-in-headlights' shock of international adoption paperwork, and are actually starting to make some headway! The movement forward has pumped us full of adrenaline, caffeine, and a voice whispering ever so softly, 'this might actually be possible'. We are zipping around Tampa together, feeling short of breath and full of possibility, as we get background checks, fingerprints, write autobiographies, request birth and marriage certificates...and each place asks the reason for the visit, and we say 3 beautiful and crazy words: 'We. Are. Adopting.'Share This Update!
Every time we turn around there is another surprise, another act of generosity, another message of love, and I'm spending my days choked up and amazed at how the LORD is providing and encouraging us already in these beginning steps. We are off to an amazing start! After attending orientation last week, we tried not to hyperventilate at the realities of putting together our Dossier for the Chinese government [gulp]. And so we begin our paper chase! Wish us luck and God-speed! ~kristinjoyShare This Update!