8 months, 1 day, 4 hours…
That’s how long we have been looking. Looking for the “new normal”. It comes with new memories, old memories in young minds, sleep walking, small victories and tested boundaries.
A year ago we met. Eight months ago, we took them from their home and country, loaded them on a 12 hour plane ride, spoke through a translator device and moved them in.
So many thoughts have gone through my mind since then.
“What did we do?”
“How do we do this?”
“How do the bio-kids do it so amazingly?!”
“What about the other kids that we had to leave there?”
“Why am I looking at orphan pictures again?! AM I CRAZY??!!”
I think once God gives you a heart for the orphan, it’s never gone. No matter how it looks to you or through you, it’s always there waiting. Once you step off the ledge, you know you can never go back. Its like picking the red pill on the Matrix movie, once you know the truth, you can’t go back. The rabbit hole just keeps going.
I am proud of what we have accomplished as a family in the last eight months. We are still unified even if we are a little bruised. We are “pressured in every way but not crushed; perplexed but not driven to despair.” 2 Corinth 4:8
Grateful. Humbled. Broken. Beautiful.
God loves the orphan so much that He will take care of those that take care of them. He has to constantly remind me of that.
Don’t forget the coffee!