This is breakfast every day here in Arequipa. We walk to a little store and buy bread called trigo, which is super delicious. We eat the bread with butter and strawberry jam. The butter here is so, so yummy. Like, I could eat it with a spoon.
Today we will do our regular park and meal and nap routine, along with cleaning the apartment from top to bottom and re-packing up our belongings. In the morning we are supposed to meet the psychologist, Betty, at the municipality at 8AM to sign the birth certificates. Please pray that they are in fact ready to sign when we arrive there! If we can get them we will go straight to the airline “store” and get our flights to Lima for TOMORROW. There is a noon flight but it appears to be booked up already. It would be super if there were some openings on that flight, because we could potentially get to Lima in time to apply for Yamilet and Carlos’ new ID cards and get started on some other necessary paperwork. That would save an extra day or more. If we can’t get a flight out at noon, then we will have to fly out late tomorrow night- which we will still be thrilled to do!
Yamilet adores dolls. I love that. She loves Barbies and baby dolls! She will play pretend for hours with them. So sweet.
Carlos is incredibly intelligent. His memory is impeccable. He is already speaking a good deal of English! LeeLee has this “Spanish for Dummies” book, and it works well for him for English, too. He will also sit and work on English just for fun.
My new son and daughter amaze me. They are very sweet and thoughtful kids who are bouncing off the walls with excitement about flying to Lima. I am really blown away at the way God weaves families together. There are bumps in this process of calling children yours who’ve lived such a long time without you. They are learning everything from the ground up about what a real family is like, how we interact, and how we trust one-another. That can be very challenging and stretching. But considering all of those factors, our first few weeks together as a family have gone miraculously. I think a lot about the fact that God’s hands have been undeniably on Yamilet and Carlos as He prepared them for a new family. How can kids remain so tender-hearted, willing to learn, open minded to radically changing the way they do everything, having understanding amidst a large family, and so willing to trust? I don’t understand it…but I thank God for it. I really thank God for it.
When we began this process we thought things were going a direction that they didn’t end up going. And while I am certain God used every ounce of faith we poured into the two children we began this process thinking we would adopt, everything is becoming so much clearer now.
When my daughter tells me of her prayers every night for years, that God would protect her mama and papa and bring them to her quickly. When I see my son raise his hand, unashamed, in a church service here in Peru, proclaiming how much he wants to know and follow God…my heart bursts. God knows exactly what He is doing.
Adoption is certainly the hardest thing I’ve ever said yes to. Saying yes in the beginning…well that’s a piece of cake. It’s a yes that is required every day thereafter. From the struggles to come up with a nutso sum of money, to the constant requirements to prove yourself a capable person. But the real yeses are the ones that come after all of the legal hooplah. The yes to love when you do not understand reactions. The yes to embrace every hurt and tear…those are the big yeses. We are only really beginning now…but God’s promise to me about 5 months ago rings so loudly in my heart.
From Jeremiah…”I am surely watching, and I will carry out all of my plans.” This was His beautiful plan from the beginning, and despite all of the challenges, I couldn’t feel more blessed to have been allowed to walk this road.
It’s a life-changing thing to see God’s miracles unfold.
An orphanage is no place for children to grow up. The stories of the things I know go on in many orphanages, it keeps me up at night. I can’t stop thinking about all of the faces sitting around the table at our kids’ going away party. I pray for more families to hear the cry of the orphan, and that they’ll too be able to hear their children tell them, “I know you’ve been praying for me. But I want you to know something. I have also been praying for you, for a long, long time. That you’d know I’ve been here waiting. That you’d be able to come.”
There is a great God who somehow sees every tear. He lifts His hands across oceans. He sees pain in one corner of the world and He sends a dream across many miles where a family is resting in peace and comfort. He taps, gently at first, and then beckons with a greater burden. That family can choose to abide in their comfort or they can choose to take on a burden that’s not their own…except that their Father handed it to them. But there’s something I’ve learned in even that. A willingness to embrace this calling, brings forth far more blessing than burden. Sure, God uses it to rip away the heavy mounds of selfishness and pride within the hearts of the willing, and that is very painful indeed. But He replaces with joy unspeakable. Joy unspeakable.
I am grateful for redemption, today. That my Lord decided to reach down from heaven and call me to Him. That He saw me as worth His time, efforts, and brokenness. That He gave me a new start and my life has never been the same. That He took every ounce of crap I piled up and called good and replaced it with real LIFE.
Yep, today I am so grateful for redemption. That God revealed a world of need to two cozy Christians resting in Louisiana. That He didn’t give up on us when we said this road was much too hard, too expensive, or that that our lives were too busy.
He saw the soft hearts and the praying hands waiting for a mom and dad, thousands of miles away in Arequipa, Peru.