The tittle of todays blog is how long we waited for our dream of Mercy to come to fruition.
I think I am actually still a bit stunned that it has arrived. She has been with us for 2 years and 3 months. Since the moment we first met her she has always felt like she was ours. Through all the sleepless nights, the constant therapy and Dr. appointments, the feeding struggles, the first words, first steps, and all the tears and smiles along the way she has been permanently woven into the fabric of our hearts.
Our love for her is no different then if I had squeezed her out myself. Her delivery though, was by far the most strenuous one we faced. Oh the stretch marks I have on my heart. I would even dare to say that nothing has even come close in comparison to the faith growth each member of our family has walked through on this journey.
When I listened to the message the other night my physical body actually shook. I was astonished and my emotions unravelled... my poor boys ran to the garage to get their dad, still unloading chocolate muffins from the car, because as they witnessed my reaction they thought something had gone terribly wrong. I quickly ran out to the garage to replay the message on speaker phone and I watched each face as they also began to process what they were actually hearing....all the struggles, all the prayers , all the trusting and waiting had all led up to this much anticipated, dreamt about moment.
Elijah put his hands up to his face which was covered in tears. He literally leapt at me with arms wide open and gave me one of the most precious embraces you could ever receive. His heart was joyous, relieved, thankful and full of worship. All of our hearts were at that moment. We were all crying and laughing and hugging. Bonded together through the journey, the battle, and the victory. Honestly to the degree we were stretched you could multiply that by a thousand times and get the degree to which we were blessed.
As my best friend described it...she said "Michelle I am so glad you are not sitting by that window waiting for that dove anymore." Praise God the ark has landed!
I honestly am convinced that there really is no easy road to adoption. Each path requires faith and struggle. Max Lucado talks about adoption and says this:
As adoptive parents you "hunt, set out on a mission, and take responsibility for a child with a spotted past and a dubious future." Just like what Christ has done for us... "He seeks us, finds us...signs the papers and takes us home. We are His!
That is what we have done during this time span...we feverishly sought Mercy...starting in Guatemala. We eventually found her a half an hour away. We joyously signed the papers and now FINALLY she is FOREVER home and she is OURS!
To God be the Glory forever and ever!
Now we continue, as we wait for Big Sister ... our Jubilee Hope's ark to land too!