Halfway around the world my family was praying.
There I was in Moscow, Russia,
waiting for Noelle’s final physical examination to be completed.
“Please Lord, help her to pass.”
My heart cried out in anguish to the One and Only One.
The past few days had been extremely busy,
spending precious moments with my baby girl,
dancing with her in that tiny room.
Then as the Lord arranged
she was allowed to leave the orphanage at 12:00 midnight.
As I walked out of that building with the snow gently falling
I thought I could hear angels singing.
I softly laughed with wonder and excitement.
God was making a Way for this precious child to become mine
for the rest of my days.
We rode the overnight train back to Moscow.
Noelle slept most of the way.
through the darkness.
But now as I sat outside in the waiting room
waves of anxiety swept over me.
She had to be declared unhealthy
in order to be adopted.
There had to be something wrong.
But her eyes sparkled
and shone with alertness.
Yes, I knew that her one side was weak;
her legs were like jello from inactivity
But would that be enough.
How strange to be even praying that the doctor would declare her adoptable.
I longed for a shoulder
to lean on
God gave me His Best Arm upon which to rest.
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting Arms.
I don’t remember anything about that room
but I will never forget that shining moment
when the door opened.
I turned my eyes and met the dark eyes of that tall, stern Russian doctor.
That was all.
And I knew. I knew that she had passed….
the way was cleared for this precious little child to be mine.
The next few minutes were a blur as they placed her into my open,
and I walked out of the room,
down the stairs
and out onto the busy street.
Nothing mattered at that moment.
My heart was rejoicing that once more my Lord was Faithful and True.
One step closer to the time when I would board that plane to journey back to the States.
I have experienced so many gifts,
so many joys,
as Noelle’s mother
but none of it do I take for granted.
She is His
was His from the beginning
and always will be His.
God has given me incredible joy all along the journey.
Gift after gift I treasure in my heart.