Daily Archives: December 13, 2017

The Sweetest Christmas Story – part 2

Excitement mounted as I waited and watched for the package from the agency in Russia.

The long awaited video of my soon to be adopted little girl.

My daughter and I stared out the window the day hardly able to contain our joy

but the sun set  with no package delivered.

Could the recent snowfall have delayed the delivery?

One more disappointment.  Lump in throat moment.

But a call later confirmed that the package HAD been delivered.

Not to our house, though.

Grabbing my coat and hat I opened the front door and stepped out into the cold winter night.

“Where can it be?”

I didn’t know but I knew that it was somewhere.

So we stepped through the deep snow and began walking

and praying.

Please Lord, where is the package? Show us.

Suddenly as I crossed the street I had the strangest nudge

to ask at a certain home.

I didn’t know who lived there but the light was on.

Walking up the snowy front walk my heart beat with anxious hope.

Had the package been delivered here?

I knocked on the front door and a man came to answer it.

Can I help you?

In a few words I explained about the missing package-

how it had been wrongly delivered somewhere.

He reached behind him and held up a package in his hands.

Joy overflowing. Praising moments as together my daughter and I

practically skipped  through the snow

to our home.

Finally this was it.

My hands trembled as I ripped open the box and pulled out a video.

Within seconds I had it in the player and ready to play.

I can still see that moment as we sat on the floor gazing at the screen.

After weeks and months and yes, years of waiting soon we  would see her face.

And then suddenly, there she appeared on the screen.

Precious and shy. Tiny and adorable.

My arms ached to reach out and pick her up as tears trickled down my face.

I glanced down at my daughter and saw that she too was moved.

“She’s our Jenny,” I said quietly knowing my child.

My arms wrapped around my daughter with sheer relief after all the waiting.

And overflowing  joy.

My eyes told me she was a precious little girl

and my heart told my she was mine.

The next steps would unfold quickly as I got my airplane tickets

and prepared to fly to Russia for the first trip of a two trip process.

As I turned away I suddenly had a thought.

What was her birth date?

So I rewound the tape and played it again.

There it was in big bold letter.

February 14, 2000.

A Valentine baby.

And for me – the sweetest gift from the Lord.

The Sweetest Christmas Story

Christmas stirs up many memories

Memories of trips to Russia

and the first time I saw my daughters.

Memories that will live within me for a life time

but have taken me years to write.

Because they move me deeply.

I had never planned to adopt a second child.

No, life was good parenting my only daughter.

But at age 7 she tugged at my heart again and again

with these simple words.

“We have so much love in our family. Can’t we share it with another little girl?”

My immediate no was changed to yes on a weekend trip to the beach in October.

I walked back and forth

alone

seeking God’s Will.

Back and forth many times.

I had to get it right.

There I sensed it clearly while the waves lapped the cool sand

and  the wind tosseled my  hair.

Yes.

So I immediately began to pursue a second adoption.

How I manage it all? Only God knew.

But He seems to like to do the unusual, the unexpected

to show His Glory.

So in a few months I was flying to Ukraine.

Hopes high.

Seeking His Will.

But the trip that began with so much excitement and joy

ended after 3 weeks with no child.

A failed adoption they called it.

There’s no words to describe the pain of that loss.

Carefully I hid away the little clothes I had purchased and those tiny pink shoes.

It was too hard to look at them.

God’s Will does not always lead to outward success.

No, sometimes He allows us to experience painful loss.

Loss that hurts but loss that He, the Greatest Healer, knows just how to treat.

It was 2 years after this unexpected loss

that I began again my search for that little girl

who needed  her forever family.

Delays are never delays in God’s eyes —only preparation time.

That’s exactly what it was

as my daughter and I waited for God’s time.

God will make a way

where there seems to be no way.

He works in ways we cannot see.

He will make a way for me…..and you.

Do you need to hear those words today?

They are so true. You can trust God’s timing, His Plan.

Love keeps working behind the scenes for you and for me.

The day I was told by the adoption agency to expect a package

I knew that the time had finally arrived