We are getting closer and closer to bringing our beautiful son home. There is a piece of paper sitting in China saying he is our son. We now await our travel invitation from China to discover what day that piece of paper will be handed to us at the US Consulate in China and Josiah will no longer be just in our hearts but officially part of our family as well. In the midst of excitement, it is also easy for me to start getting bogged down in the details: yes, we are taking our two young children literally half-way across the world to bring their brother home. Yes, it is a 12 hour time difference and a 16 hour flight. Yes, we will then have an almost 2 year old, an almost 3 year old, and a 4 year old; one of which has endured much loss and who won't understand one word we are saying (except for the word 'mama'. It's the same in both languages! What a sweet gift!).
Then a friend posted an article about a documentary called 'The Drop Box' that has greatly impacted me on our adoption journey on her Facebook page (thanks for the reminder, Julie!). This documentary is the story of a pastor in Korea who has set up a 'baby box' outside his home to give parents the choice to leave their baby with a safe person rather than doing something much more horrific. The article even talks about how the man making the documentary became a Christian while filming it. (If you are interested in the documentary or article, you can find it here: http://bound4life.com/blog/2013/05/28/the-story-of-the-drop-box/). Remembering this man's story and hearing how God moved in the filmmaker to turn his life to Christ reminded me of just what He is allowing us to be a part of.
God is using a girl who lived much of her life focused on her own recognition and self and comfort. A girl who was the youngest in her family and mostly cared little about little children. A girl who used to throw balls at her young nephew to get him to fetch them because she really had no idea what to do with a little child. And He has redeemed and worked and grown and is entrusting her and her family with a precious life that some call a woman's choice. Of course that girl is me and the precious life is our son Josiah. And he is a life, not a choice. Friends, his life is beautiful. Life is beautiful. Because his birthmother did not abort him (a practice very common in China), soon he will officially become our son. He has been a life since the moment of his conception. 'For You formed my inward parts; You knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are Your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth' (Psalm 139:13-15).
Sanctity of Life Sunday is coming up on January 19. Let us set aside debates and remember life as that day approaches and beyond. I hope and pray that Josiah's birthmother (and birthfather if applicable to his story) will know in her heart the overflowing gratitude we have for the gift she has allowed to be bestowed upon our family. God's works are indeed wonderful.
Life is beautiful. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxlLAdXypCY