Friday Adoption Adventures- Easter

Egghead update!

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They killed the Christ!

They killed the Christ, Mama!” Gregory whispered to me.
The lights on the stage lowered.  Lightening flashed.  Silence.  

It was my newbies’ first Easter Cantata and the church had gone all out for an historical reproduction.  A rough hewn wooden cross filled center stage and actor, Stan, hung on the cross wearing a crown of thorns and nails protruding from his feet and hands.  Blood streamed down his face.  

The Roman soldiers took Jesus down and laid him in a tomb.

“Mama, do we have to stay here for three days?” Gregory asked.

The four new Guires had only been ‘home’ for a few months. Their English was coming along.  I wasn’t sure they had ever heard the the history of Jesus’s death, burial and resurrection and I didn’t want them to misinterpret the Cantata.  

After the production, Gregory insisted on seeing Jesus.  I ran back stage and quickly explained the situation to Stan.  He walked out with me and kneeled down in front of Gregory.  Gregory grabbed his hands and examined them, looking for the wounds.

Gregory prayed the salvation prayer that night.   He was six years old.  Such an awesome part of  his story.  I am so glad I was able to be a part of it!  

Friday Adoption Adventures

I enjoyed reading guest blogger, Susie Telesha’s post yesterday. (If you missed it, read it here).  Susie and I share a kindred spirit, our heart for adoption.  She doesn’t live near me. We don’t see each other often.  We mostly visit through social media and phone, but just knowing she is getting up every morning,  braving the trenches, experiencing the joy, heartbreaks, regression, progresses and seeing the answers to prayer in her life, encourage me.

We adoptive parents are a different breed.  We are not super parents, fastening our capes every morning and yanking shiny tights over our mighty muscles.  No, we are just a bunch of weaklings who decided to heed the call of our heart, to open our homes and hearts to children we did not know, but loved.  How supernatural is that?  God is the caped one, as if He needs it.  He calls us to do something beyond our ability, beyond our strength, beyond our imagining.  Each of adoptive parents take that first trembling step when we fill out paper work, arrange a home study, take adopt/foster classes.  We prophecy to others, “we’re adopting kids!”  We get varied reactions.  People call us saints (NO WAY!) or crazy.

We may be crazy, but isn’t any parent?  Who thinks they can handle raising kids when they start?  Who thinks they did an awesome job half-way through?  Be honest.  Not me.  I have days when I think, What have I gotten myself in to? Then I have days when I am flying, high above the clouds and think, this is the most wonderful glorious day in the universe!  On both sorts of days, I need community.  Susie is part of my community and so are you.  We adoptive parents can share our stories, our hopes, disappointments, prayers, medical dilemmas, joys and tears.  We understand each other.  We need each other.

I love the Message translation of Galatians 6:2a
Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed.  Share their burdens, and so complete Christ’s law….”

Let us bear one another’s burdens on this GREAT ADOPTION ADVENTURE!

*Susie Telesha’s son, Zachi Josiah Telesha, is in a battle of epic proportions with cancer and he is a super hero!   He has written a book and you can support him by ordering his book, Hero Up! (click on title to order)

Friday Adoption Adventures

I found some wonderful adoption blogs through!  I’m joining Friday Adoption Adventures!

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.

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 40:2,3

How I wept for those souls I left behind captured by satan through the system of government, through the tyranny of sin. So many. 


Different Food.
New habits.
New traditions. 

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!