“It’s a thing to see when a boy comes home.”
It was beautiful, y’all. Saturday night the Wood family became a party of FIVE! 😀
What a blessing to be able to see them walk through those doors together and introduce Samuel to his sisters for the very first time! I’ll never forget it. The bubbles, the banners, the baby I saw in Haiti just 3 months ago…it was all so Good. So meaningful. So just-what-I-needed-to-see.
Adopting your child from Haiti (or anywhere, for that matter) might not happen overnight, heck, it might not even happen overYEAR, but it will happen. And when God says, “Pssssst. Hey, you. Look at Haiti…part of your family is over there“, you go get your family. You don’t decide not to because you don’t want to wait however-many months or years. You don’t decide not to because you’re afraid to fly. You don’t decide not to because you don’t think you can afford international adoption. If it’s something God’s calling you to do, you go get your family.
Sure, you pray about what you Heard, and you talk to people you trust about what you’re feeling, but if the Answer is still loud and clear, you just go.
You complete mountains of paperwork. You schedule and make time for appointments. You go to seminars, and watch webinars, and read and read and read. You save funds, and raise funds, and borrow funds, and stress about funds. You forge forever-friendships with other adoptive parents because you will need them, and they will need you. You feel excited AND frustrated, simultaneously, almost every single day. You fight fears, LOTS of them, and when it’s time to travel to meet your child, you might even take strange medications to prevent mosquito-borne illnesses. Unless you’re me, and taking pills is one fear you’re still working through. 😉 And unless you’re at a hotel, you eat, sleep and play in hot, open-air rooms without AC while you’re in Haiti bonding with your babe. At night, you hear gunshots, or fireworks…you’re really not sure. You feel more scared and more alive than you have in your whole life. You fall in love at first sight, and feel sure you’re eyes will never see the same. You leave your heart in Haiti for an extended and mysterious chunk of time, and you look forward to the day you get to bring it back home with you every. waking. moment.
BUT. When God plants a seed in our hearts- whether it whispers biological birth, or adoption, or foster care, or ANYTHING, really- I think we have to let it grow. No matter how long is takes, or how difficult it might (temporarily) feel, or how far it stretches us in the process.
Inside that tiny seed, lives the roots, branches, bark, trunk, leaves, twigs and fruit of that tree. You can’t see, feel, hear, taste or smell any of that yet; nevertheless, it is all inside that seed. The moment the seed is in your hand— all of that is in your hand, too, from the root, to the bark, to the fruit! All you have to do is to push the seed into the soil. And what makes anyone plant any fruit seed? It is the belief that in the seed, there is the tree. So, believe. To have a seed, is to have everything. -C. JoyBell C.
The same God that fixed the sun in the sky and spangles stars across every black velvety night told me my son was in Haiti, so that’s where we will continue to go. And, y’all, it’s a thing to see when a child comes home. 🙂