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Adoption Day (repost)
We celebrate the new birth of our family, four new lives added in one day delivered by plane to the hills of rural West Virginia.
Late night. Sleepy children are hauled off the plane. Fevered Ania slumps in the arms of her new Ta Ta. Grandude herds the crew. Damian grins. Gregory sleeps. Rafal cries until Audrey takes him. Familiar arms wrap love around his wounded soul.
Cousins offer cheesy grins with hands stuffed in pockets, quietly introduce. Prod. Smiles. Gregory wakes and leaps down to run on the moving sidewalk and up the escalator. Laughter is the same in every language. Polish. English. Happy voices.
Meeting the extended family is one episode in our adoption. Previous chapters included: home study and paper work topped off with waiting, the travel chapter with five weeks of adventure in Poland bonding with our prospective family members.
The orphanage.
Stark white hall ways could not quell the perspicuous spirits of the children. Merriment echoed in the hallways as children participated in evening exercises before bed.
And yet……
The wounds of the war of this world were present. Broken hearts. Rejected old souls dwelt in these small youthful bodies. The agony radiated from their eyes, so world weary for so short a sojourn on this earth.
Did I ride in on my white steed to rescue?
Delusions of rescue.
How could I rescue so many? Only four. Only four. Did I have the might, the means to save four? No. I could not deliver them from the pit. I could set them free from the institution and give them a family. I could plant the seed of redemption.
He drew me up out of a horrible pit {a pit of tumult and destruction], out of the miry clay (froth and slime), and set my feet upon a rock, steadying my steps and establishing my goings.
How I wept for those souls I left behind captured by satan through the system of government, through the tyranny of sin. So many.
Home
Siblings.
Rooms.
Different Food.
New habits.
New traditions.
Arguments.
Fear.
Fits.
Family.
A new life emerged from the cocoon of the old. Living replaced survival. Assurance replaced suspicion. Needs were met. Connections made.
Twelve years.
Late night. Sleepy children are hauled off the plane. Fevered Ania slumps in the arms of her new Ta Ta. Grandude herds the crew. Damian grins. Gregory sleeps. Rafal cries until Audrey takes him. Familiar arms wrap love around his wounded soul.
Cousins offer cheesy grins with hands stuffed in pockets, quietly introduce. Prod. Smiles. Gregory wakes and leaps down to run on the moving sidewalk and up the escalator. Laughter is the same in every language. Polish. English. Happy voices.
Meeting the extended family is one episode in our adoption. Previous chapters included: home study and paper work topped off with waiting, the travel chapter with five weeks of adventure in Poland bonding with our prospective family members.
The orphanage.
Stark white hall ways could not quell the perspicuous spirits of the children. Merriment echoed in the hallways as children participated in evening exercises before bed.
And yet……
The wounds of the war of this world were present. Broken hearts. Rejected old souls dwelt in these small youthful bodies. The agony radiated from their eyes, so world weary for so short a sojourn on this earth.
Did I ride in on my white steed to rescue?
Delusions of rescue.
How could I rescue so many? Only four. Only four. Did I have the might, the means to save four? No. I could not deliver them from the pit. I could set them free from the institution and give them a family. I could plant the seed of redemption.
He drew me up out of a horrible pit {a pit of tumult and destruction], out of the miry clay (froth and slime), and set my feet upon a rock, steadying my steps and establishing my goings.
And He has put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many shall see and fear (revere and worship)and put their trust and confidence in the Lord. Psalm
40:2,3How I wept for those souls I left behind captured by satan through the system of government, through the tyranny of sin. So many.
Home
Siblings.
Rooms.
Different Food.
New habits.
New traditions.
Arguments.
Fear.
Fits.
Family.
A new life emerged from the cocoon of the old. Living replaced survival. Assurance replaced suspicion. Needs were met. Connections made.
Twelve years.
*Meltdowns are Opportunities Part 2 on Monday!
Love this blog! I feel like I'm there with u…u painted the picture beautifully! There is no one adopted in my family and yet I can now see the emotions that go thru such a process. Great post!
Love this blog! I feel like I'm there with u…u painted the picture beautifully! There is no one adopted in my family and yet I can now see the emotions that go thru such a process. Great post!
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Thanks, Maria!
Thanks, Maria!
I love this! Thanks for joining Friday Adoption Adventures!!
I love this! Thanks for joining Friday Adoption Adventures!!
Glad I could join! Thanks!
Glad I could join! Thanks!