Surprises and musings

I got two special surprises this week related to our adoption. One was a donation to our family's adoption on our link at Reece's Rainbow. Whoever gave it, please know it just blessed my heart so much.

And one was a sweet award from my friend, Kris, for my blog!! I'll have to re-read the rules a few times to figure out exactly how to get it. (I am one of the most computer-unsavvy people I know.) Kris, that is just too sweet. For those who don't know Kris, she is the one who met R. in his home country and has been advocating for him since then. A truly inspirational woman, she has two newly-adopted daughters, one from Ukraine and one from Estonia, both with Down syndrome and was working on both of these adoptions at the same time. She has been such an encouragement to me throughout our adoption processes as we have had so many things in common. Thank you, Kris.

It's weird how my heart just aches for R. I wonder if he's safe, if he's eating, if he has someone to hold him and care for him. I don't remember feeling exactly this way with Caleb. I think the difference is that R. has already been transferred to an institution and I don't know anything about it, don't know anyone who has adopted from there, don't know if it is a 'good' place or a not-so-good place. I have heard of both in his country. I don't know if it is a place that will welcome adoption or a place that will refuse to allow adoption. I don't know if the process will be made more difficult because it is a place where our facilitator is relatively unknown.

I am so glad for a Mighty God who transcends space--Who at the same time can be here with me and there with my son. I am so glad that even now, before I have ever met R., Jesus is already there beside him. I can already pray as his mother that God will hold him in His strong arms close to His loving heart, that God will speak peace and hope and security to his little mind. He is a little boy who has shown clearly his desire for a mommy and a daddy and I pray that dream will not die.

The Bible speaks of God as Abba Father. It is my understanding that 'abba' is a child's word for his father, the equivalent to our English 'Daddy'. So Abba Father, my Daddy, I am trusting you to also be a Daddy to R., to look out for him, to provide for his needs, to defend him, to love him. Thank you that You are faithful to keep all your promises to me and to my son.

I am thinking of a precious, simple children's song that Caleb signs so sweetly: Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong-they are weak but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so.