|How cute is that little tongue?? :-)|
One month from today we will have our little man.
We will drive to the baby home for the last time,
sign in at the front door for the last time,
shake the director's hand for the last time,
take off those communal clothes our little man's been wearing for the last time.
We'll dress him up in the outfit we so carefully picked out just for that day.
We'll roll up his pant legs which I'm sure will still be too long.
We'll zip up his brand new winter coat and slip warm mittens onto his little hands.
We'll walk out those heavy metal doors,
down the cement steps,
and outside the black gate.
We'll climb all three of into the backseat of the car.
And we'll drive away, forever.
The words on the chapter in our little man's life-without-a-family, all written. Finished.
The proverbial page, turned.
A thousand empty pages waiting to be filled with a hope and a future.
A year ago I found this one couple who had chronicled their Russian adoption journey via youtube videos. The video of this couple leaving the orphanage with their little boy for the last time contains one incredible, poignant moment: as they head down the staircase to leave the baby home, their translator tells them to open the door and bright, white light from outside floods into the dark hallway.
"The door to the world. To a new life." she says.
And in the background of the video, a song with these lyrics:
Sin has lost it's power,
Death has lost it's sting.
From the grave you've risen
Into marvelous light I'm running...
This moment- this moment of leaving the old and starting the new- this is the picture of salvation. In my son's story, I see my own. I see my rescue. I see my ransom. I see the life I've been given, the gift of the Father. For I was once fatherless, but now I am a child of God.
When John and I walk through those orphanage doors with our son in our arms, we will be living in a moment we'll remember forever. A moment that will forever cause us to worship. A moment made of new clothes, and footsteps on tile floors, and the weight of a child in arms, and cold winter air, and three in the back seat....
but mostly it will be a moment made of grace.
Through the door. To a new life. Into marvelous light.
This is all of our story, who know the Lord. Once we were not a people, but now we are God's people.
One month to begin a story that has been written for all eternity. Praise the Lord.
PS: You really should watch the video I reference above. It might just be my adoption hormones saying this, but a tissue could come in handy.