Doesn’t this picture just break your heart? It would mine,
if there wasn’t more to the story.
The day we left China, I’m sure that these children were scared to death, but she put on her brave face and promised the interpreters that she would not run away from us in the train station.
I had my emergency note written in Chinese to explain that I was her new mother and that I was adopting her, not kidnapping her.
My newest son was putting on his brave face too - with enough energy to fight me the next two days of travel.
We made it home, exhausted physically and emotionally. And I knew that now the real healing would began for my new children. The healing that can only happen in a family where you belong. We showed them the Texas coast, Christmas, snow, and their first Christmas gifts.
They met their new family - a daddy, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and Dandy and Gommy.
They did the best they could to cope - she looked out any window she could find and cried. He withdrew, or was naughty.
We all held them and tried to help them as much as we could.
But, I knew in my heart that the only answer for their grief was time,
and lots and lots of understanding, sympathy, and love.
A year later, it is beginning to show;
...the feelings of belonging and safety.
In those little faces of my newest son and daughter, I am seeing happiness,
and beauty where there was fear, pain and sadness.
They have learned what being loved is, what belonging looks like.
And I think that they like it.
I am so thankful to the LORD that I was chosen to be their mother -
to share their journey,
to teach them the joys of a family,
and to see them in time embrace that;
I am so thankful to be apart of their story,
and to know that it has only just begun.