Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Puzzle Maker
It is hard to wait even a single extra day to bring Mikhail home. We know that so much is out of our control (many times that's a good thing), but for so long in my life it has been in my nature to want to control things. Yet since we have returned from Russia, God is working in me in a huge way to get me to turn it all over to Him. Not just this adoption, but all of it.
And lately He has allowed circumstances to come into my life that are testing this to the breaking point, both personally and in this adoption. It is a daily, sometimes hourly, often times minute-to-minute struggle to see beyond my hazy, short-sighted vision to the bigger picture that God has in mind. And while it might make little to no sense to me now, I have to look back on our adoption process thus far (from 5 years ago when Sara said "I think we should adopt" and I pretended to listen and then proceeded to purposely forget we ever had the conversation, to 2 years ago when we submitted our application with not an extra penny to our name, to 5 weeks ago when we visited Misha and left a piece of our heart in Russia, to today and this rambling post). And when I do, I realize that it all fits together like a perfect puzzle. Granted though, a puzzle that I have no reference picture for to help me, and one where I only get a few pieces at a time to work with. But my puzzle has a designer. And while working on the puzzle at its easiest times seems arduous and at its most difficult times seems downright impossible, I catch glimpses of its beauty as it continues to take shape. If I step back from it and see what I've done so far, I realize that I have made progress. And I see form emerging from where first I only saw chaos. While I thought that I was randomly placing pieces here and there, the designer was carefully guiding my hand. And the times when it seemed to make the least sense were sometimes the most pivotal pieces of all.
And though there is still so much of the picture that I have yet to see and every fiber in my fleshly being says to quit, the voice of the designer continues to whisper in my ear to keep working. He tells me it's going to be a masterpiece. A treasure such as the one a man finds in a field, and who then goes and sells everything he owns to buy that field. And as long as I listen to the designer's guidance and follow his voice, one day the puzzle will be completed and we will stand together, both equally happy with the finished product.
JP
"...but be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody with your heart to the Lord; always giving thanks for all things in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ to God..."
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Original Blog Now Posted
JP
Making Progress...
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Monday, January 21, 2008
Calmer of The Storm
The video is kind of cheesy, but I love the song. It speaks to anyone who might be going through a trial of any kind (i.e. completing an overseas adoption). Listen to the words. I hope they speak to you as they have for me.
JP
Please scroll down to the bottom and stop the music player before watching the video.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Superman has a cape; Misha has a hip-hammock
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A Few Steps Forward (Flying high), A Few Steps Backward (Where's the vomit bag?)
Saturday, January 12, 2008
New Document Feature
Friday, January 11, 2008
And now for something completely different...
I know that many of my entries are more serious, so I wanted to share something a little more light-hearted. We did have some time to goof around while we were in Krasnoyarsk. There were beautiful ice sculptures that they were creating to celebrate the coming New Year. They were amazing! Here I am sliding down an ice slide in the below freezing temps of Siberia. To use my son Benjamin's new favorite phrase, I literally "froze my butt off!"
JP
Monday, January 7, 2008
Happy Birthday to Mikhail!
Today was Mikhail's 2nd Birthday! On a day that should be filled with joy, I can't help but feel a huge pang of sorrow. I have struggled all day with my feelings and trying to sort through them. Happiness that he was born, and heart-wrenching pain that he's not here. On what amounted to a full day of news regarding our paperwork (none of it good unfortunately), I felt drained of all my emotional reserves and zapped of all my motivation. How could a boy that I have spent all of 4 hours with on the other side of the world hold that much power over me? Sometimes I ask myself "What have I gotten myself into?". I was perfectly content in my own little world, January 7th no different than any other day. But then I had to open my big mouth and utter those words, "God, this adoption is yours. I want you to take control of it and make it what you want it to be." And so here I sit, experiencing feelings deeper than I ever could have imagined. Learning all over again, like a child for the first time what it truly means to love. And now catching just the tiniest glimpse of what was meant when John said "For God so loved the world....."
Keep praying for those still without homes.
JP