Saturday, June 2, 2012

Situations Impossible

God took an ordinary family
and proved to them through impossible situations
that He is in the midst of every storm we face,
and the outcome will be orchestrated in such a way
that only He could get the praise.

Impossible Situation: something out of my
control that happens to someone I love and there is nothing I can do to change the situation.  All I can do is watch and bring comfort.  And pray. (operative word being, pray) And when I don't know how to pray, He hears the soft crying of my soul, a cry no one can hear and I can't even put into words. 
Over the last 18 months, God has orchestrated times and people and places and events in ways I could not have imagined. We, my Lord and I, traveled through (operative word being, through) the valley of the shadow of death, and He brought me to the other side. Now, He has set a table before me, restoring me body and soul. I humbly write to tell you of His great watch care, and to submit to you that God does not favor His children. The God that walked through tough times with me, is the God that waits for you to cry out to Him and receive Him. He watches for us to come home, and runs to meet us.

Here is our story:

A foreign government agency made a decision that took her out of reach, but not out of our hearts.  So we waited.  For a year.  Months later, a foreign government agency made another decision that would force us to jeopardize my husband's small business and 11 employees.  With angry hot tears, I said we couldn't do it.   But still she remained in my heart.  For another year.

Bleary eyed, I almost mistook the important email as a mass mail out.  It was for me.  It was a miracle, and answered prayer.  We could proceed with the adoption - the door was open.  At that exact moment in the middle of the night, however, the only door that consumed my days and nights and energy was at the hospital, with my younger brother's name beside it.  I was watching his life slowly ebb away from his 48 year old 6'5" frame as doctors helplessly told us the ups and downs of subdural hematomas and brain shifts.

The news brought hope to a dark place, but I was in no place to begin the paper chasing of an adoption.  So I waited.  After four weeks of the neuro floor, ICU,  sleepless nights and hospital chairs and taking precious care of a precious man, he astounded doctors and we moved to rehab.  There, I watched him learn to do everything again, and I watched more healing come to the astonishment of the medical staff.  Four weeks later, that man of faith walked from the wheel chair to my Dad's truck to come to my house.  He went everywhere with us, and to rehab and to doctor's appointments.  My favorite scene is when the neurologist entered, and looked perplexed as he scanned the little room.
"You're not using a walker?  No cane?"  Nope.  He was walking tall.  The day came when he packed his bags, climbed into my Dad's truck and headed out to pick up his life where he left it four months prior.

Our adoption journey began, with full knowledge that all our credit cards and 2nd mortgage had been maxed out with the first adoption.  There were no "reserves" to draw from - and this adoption would have to be paid for as we had the available funds.  That was our plan, not God's. A friend from our agency's adoption support group also cared deeply for our little girl.  She entered the Macy's Million Dollar Make Over and promised that if she won, she would pay the fees for our daughter to come home.  She won.  She kept her promise.

Enter a family crisis, stage right.  An appendix surgery turns into a pelvic abscess.  My 10 year old son spent 2 weeks in the hospital in serious trouble and body wrenching pain.  Major surgery.  Incredible pain.  Long nights.  Angels hovered.  I know they were there, especially at night.  I saw God again, intervening where man could do nothing.  He came home and recovered over the following 6 weeks.

With the next turn in the adoption road came in an unexpected phone call.  An officer from my own government agency questioned me and made a sweeping decision based on one line on one piece of paper out the stack of paper work in front of her.  We were not approved.  My worst fear of not being enough was realized.  I begged for an exception, for understanding.  Pleading, I told her I would do anything.  She said she would talk with her supervisor.  For the next agonizing 24 hours, I cried and cried out to God for favor from man.  The supervisor said yes. 

As we waited for court, my heroic retired military grandfather who would stop strangers in Walmart to tell them about his adopted great grandchildren, tragically fell...His health plummeted.  This is the man that prayed faithfully for his family and showed up for every family event.  Now, he needed us.  It was an honor to help him those last few months of his life.  The sadness that remains is deep - how I loved him.

Along the way in our adoption journey were other events: a broken foot, a pool accident, a college graduation, a high school graduation, children making life changing commitments to Christ and as always my challenge of home schooling and my husband's faithful hard work to keep his logging company up and going strong.

To conclude:
My grandfather is home with his Lord, and strong and with those he missed so much.  My brother is tackling huge mechanical engineering projects, caring for his son and engaged to the friend who never left his side through his sickness.  The judge in Court said, "Final," and that's forever and her last name is ours and she can come home.

God was there when the situations were impossible for man.  That's the reason I can call my brother, and post pictures of Mercy-Brian, and help my 11 year old son paint a mural.    The God that took my impossible and brought forth the miraculous is your God, too.  Hold onto Him in dark times. Keep believing in the midst of impossible times.  He is the reason you stand.  He will hold you hand and bring you through. 

Three years and 100 miracles later,
she is ours.

"I am the Lord, I have called you in righteousness,
I will also hold you by the hand and watch over you."
Isaiah 42:6

""Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name;
you are Mine!
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you..."
Isaiah 43:1-2

"Do not fear, for I am with you;
Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
surely I will help you,
Surely I will uphold you
with My righteous right hand."
Isaiah 41:10

Friday, June 1, 2012

The Judge Said Yes!


She's ours.
The Judge gave her our last name.
She has gone from being an
orphan
to being a daughter
who will be loved unconditionally
and promised 
a safe place to call
home.

She's a blessing,
a tribute to the ways of The Almighty,
Who works in ways we cannot see.


Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Mercy-Brian's Day in Court...Tomorrow!


On May 31, 2012, our Sweet Daughter will be going to court in Ghana, West Africa.  The decision that the Judge will be making will change her life forever.  Lord willing, she will be ours, forever.  Mercy-Brian is 14 years old, and loves to fix hair, and almost believes that she will never have a family or come to America.  We are waiting and excited to bring this beautiful child home and surround her with our love and crazy happy life.  We are thankful for the opportunities that are here for her, and can see her potential, and we believe with all our hearts that she will be happy and successful in her new life.  We have longed for her to be with us now for three years.  Tomorrow is such a big day.

After that, there is an approximate 8 week wait on the next step in paper work.  After that, there is an approximate 4 week wait on her visa.  After the visa, she can come home! 
I daily imagine being on that plane, holding her hand. 
I can hear myself introducing her as my daughter, and telling everyone that we are going home.  I can see the reunion at the top of the escalator in the airport.  I can't wait to feel the relief of seeing her in our van, with her family, Daddy driving, headed home.

Thank you for all your support and prayers on this journey.  Please pray for a "Final" decree tomorrow for our Mercy-Brian.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

More Joy




Sea Weed Tag !

The little guy needed some mercy.

Safely going home

Nothing motivates me more to be like Christ, than seeing my children be like Christ.  For months I had prayed that we would find a project, a service, or a need that we could be part of that would require us to give of ourselves to someone or some group who could not give back.  The Lord answered that prayer by allowing us to be part of an after school club for children.  

Volunteering for the club was obviously the right thing to do when, after the first meeting, my kids were excited and looking forward to the next meeting, and the next meeting.  I became an onlooker, watching my children serve and help and give attention to little children.  Now the club is not just the right thing to do, it is part of who we are as a family.   

Beautiful Emilee, Incredible Teacher

We realize that what we are doing is meaningful to the children when, as we are walking them home, the older ones want to keep walking with us to drop everyone else off at their house...when the little ones remember past lessons and blurt out amazing answers to questions...when a little one who is just learning English, wants to take the Bible Story book home so she can read the story again...

They have no idea that we go home happier than they do.  They give us more than we can give them.  It is a joy to serve them.   Being with the children, teaching them, and playing games  and singing with them - all help us to realize what is really important in life.  We walk away  knowing first hand that we are here to follow Christ, living a life that puts others first.  How I pray that we remember that lesson always - not just on Monday afternoons. It is on Monday afternoons, after the club is over, that we realize the truth of one the kids' favorite songs:
                               
"Our God is so big,
 so strong and so mighty
there's nothing
my God cannot do!"

So, I asked God for a project that would help us learn to give to those around us.  We found the project, and God gives us more joy than we can possibly give to those we serve.

Walking to church where we sang for all the parents who could come...

"Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit,
but with humility of mind let each of you
regard one another as more important than himself;
do not merely look out for your own personal interests,
but also for the interests of others."
Philippians 2:3-4

She is dedicating her life to reaching little ones for Christ...

Monday, May 28, 2012

Strong Faith

the finds from a wonderful day together for her birthday

When she dreams,
she is operating her orphanage in Africa.
For fun,
she has read more books than I finished in college.
As for what she holds dear,
that would be Kenny.
Her unwavering faith
is the result of her own search through Scripture
and her own persistence at the Throne of Grace
asking God
to show her how to live.
A treasure
that surely makes God smile,
her strong faith
surely makes our world
a much better place.

Sweet Kenny

"You came back!"

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Kindness Befriends Sarcasm





'Unexpectedly and suddenly I faced  a fault within myself, and hated what I saw and wanted it to change - right then.

I stood by her for a picture - my daughter was the photographer.  Laughter floated through the sunny lake air.  Her arm circled my waist, a symbol of her desire to be near me in spirit - I know that she would never let me go as a friend.  I could feel her kindness, her gentleness. 

Then it came, out of nowhere, like it happens between the closest of friends. 
I said to her, "Will you pray for me, that I will talk to my kids as nicely as you talk to your kids?" 
Of course she laughed and acted like I was just being silly.  But I wasn't. 
"For real, Michele.  I'm being too sarcastic.  I'm  being too hard." 
This time, she didn't laugh, but she kept her arm around me and we smiled some more for more clicks of the camera.   Our own children were our audience, and their laughter, too, died down to  quiet, knowing smiles.

Michele's voice is soft.  She is patient with her children.  Sarcastic remarks are not on her radar.

In that moment, I could feel her trust and her knowing and her promise.  She will pray.  I was a little surprised at my honest blurting out of a sin that I want to shed like dirty clothes.  After being at the lake all day with Michele, it was apparent:  my conversations with my kids and  her conversations with her kids were as different as night and day. I wanted day.

I want to be patient in that moment of frustration.  I want to remember my own weaknesses and have mercy for theirs.  I want to be as kind to the familiar everyday loved ones as I am to the occasional ones who are grateful for mercy from a stranger.  I want to  not stop trying to be more understanding with my own children, truly listening and then answering with understanding.  I don't want my children to grow up and realize that I was kind to everyone but them.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

His Mercy, My Redemption




Their Only Hope was walking by, and the crowds that surrounded these two blind men were not kind...As the blind men screamed for mercy from the Son of David, the masses shouted at them to be quiet.  Jesus stopped anyway.   His voice hushed the irritated mob.  His question stunned the blind recipients.  "What do you want Me to do for you?"

The One who could create something out of nothing was asking two beggars to tell Him what they wanted...He could do, make, originate, find, supply, provide, bring about, complete anything.  Silence reigned for a second.  "Lord, we want our eyes to be opened." 
Not wealth, fame, political standing.  Sight.  They wanted to see. 

"And moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes..."  The One who sees us all and sees all of us reached through mocking humanity to touch weakness.  They didn't just want to see, they wanted their eyes to be opened. For too long they had lived in the dark.  Too long they had been miserable and longed for something better, knowing that they were at the bottom of wretchedness.

They knew that they needed the Lord, because no man could help them.  They knew they needed Him, because their blindness was caused by something that they could not fix by themselves.  And then, they believed.  They believed that Jesus was the Lord, the Son of God, and they believed that He was exactly what they needed to see,  to live a life of purpose, a life worth living.  They knew that Jesus was the reason to live, the Way to live.

"and immediately they regained their sight and followed Him."
Regained.  At one time, they had sight.  They knew light, and they knew darkness.  They knew where their old life had taken them, and instead of turning around and going there, they followed Him.  I wonder if they were in the crowd the following week that watched the Roman soldiers nail Him to the cross.  I wonder if they kept following.  I wonder how the Son of Man, face set towards Jerusalem and betrayal, could even care about blind sinners on the side of the road.  I don't know.  But I sure am glad.  I am that blind sinner.  He touched my eyes and gave me new sight.  He shows me every day what is important, and what just is not. 

And then, there are those days when the crowd is pressing in and life is getting loud, and I cry, "Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me."
He asks me what is wrong, and I say, "I want to see what You see."
And he touches my heart, and opens my eyes.  Again.  And again.  And again.
And I follow.  Again.
~
"And as they were going out from Jericho, a great multitude followed Him.  And behold, two blind men sitting by the road, hearing that Jesus was passing by, cried out, saying, "Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!"  And the multitude sternly told them to be quiet; but they cried out all the more, saying, "Lord, have mercy on us, Son of David!"
And Jesus stopped and called them, and said, "What do you want Me to do for you?"
They said to Him, "Lord, we want our eyes to be opened."
And moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes; and immediately they regained their sight and followed Him."
Matthew 20:29~34