We are overjoyed to announce
we will be bringing home
a 2-year-old little boy
with dwarfism from China!
In order to explain what has happened here,
who went to be with Jesus last week.
I recently received a message from a missionary friend serving in China who is a Sister to me. Her family actually adopted the first boy I ever advocated for in Ethiopia.
My heart skipped a beat as I opened the pictures. His future looked dim, but this email was presenting an opportunity to change that.
What if he was adopted? I knew that in order for this to happen, a family would have to personally petition the orphanage director to create a file for him and then hope to be matched with him - all very unlikely and extremely difficult.
We wrote back, asking her to petition the director for his file on our behalf.
"Please tell them to get me his file...His name will be Aaron...this is our son."
I sent several emails to set an adoption process in motion; then I pushed back my chair, walked into the den, and got on my knees in the exact same spot where I surrendered my life to Jesus Christ not too long ago. And I pleaded for Aaron.
"Please Jesus, bring our boy home."
Then I sat in silence at the Mercy Seat, still on my knees. I felt a strange assurance; it was as if Aaron was already home. That night, I fell asleep in prayer while staring at his picture.
Around 11 am, while I was praying in petition, Aaron's lungs flooded with fluid and collapsed, and he died.
As I read this news, my heart broke and filled with joy simultaneously. Whole, complete, and no longer in pain, our son entered the presence of Jesus Christ and was renamed once again by His Maker, while this mother whispered prayers of redemption.
Not the others we have "lost".
The missionary saw a glimpse of this Hope more clearly than I could have at the time:
"I believe, if only for a few hours, Father allowed that boy to have a Mommy."
That same day, we heard there was a new file for a waiting 2-year-old boy with dwarfism. We requested the file but I could not bring myself to open it, because the only funeral that would be occurring for Aaron was currently underway in my heart.
waiting for 6 years.
to have lifted her out of that crib years ago,
to have traded the years of waiting
for a waiting family.
Just like Moses and Miriam.
I thought about what I would give
to have brought her home when she was two,
which was the year that all the hope
seemed to disappear from her pictures...
I realized that I would trade anything for
a chance to rewrite her story...
But I am not the Author.
So with trembling hearts,
we opened his file,
the yes had been written on our hearts long ago,
and this story about a boy and a girl
was strangely familiar...
we were officially "matched" to our son.
And so it is with great pride
and he has dwarfism
(and looks great in pink!)
just like his big sister Haven.
And these children have been
brought home by way of the desert.
the Word of God on his lips and Christ in his heart;
One thing is certain...
God's picture of this family
just keeps getting better.
...it is for God...
for Christ's love compels us,
because we are convinced that One died for all...
that those who live should no longer live for themselves
but for Him who died for them and was raised again."