Those of you who’ve been to China have experienced something in a real way that most people never know—jet lag. It’s sort of like the sheer physical and emotional exhaustion and sick-to-your-stomach feeling you’d get if someone woke you at 3am and told you it was time for breakfast except that it’s really 3pm and your children are about to come home from school and need your help with homework. Add in the fact that when the rest of your home is tucked all snug in their beds, you feel like you just drank a full pot of coffee and are tired only of counting sheep in the form of scrolling through Facebook. Yeah, it’s not good at all.
The first night I spent at home in March after my trip to China, I sat in front of my Macbook but closed down Facebook and tried to put some words together about a little boy who had mysteriously captured my heart initially through that same screen in front of me who was now my sweet friend. When I hit “publish,” this is what posted.
I had a lot of emails that weekend. But, there was one message in particular that made me very very hopeful. I knew this mama already because she had brought home a child I had advocated for less than a year ago. I had gotten a glimpse then of her heart for children and for adoption and how fiercely she would become her child’s no-one-gets-passed-me advocate for life. So, I gave her all the information I could and sought to give her even more. And, I prayed.
Adopting right now wasn’t exactly their plan. She shared today on her blog, “For so many reasons in my mind, going back to China wasn’t good for ‘me’ or our family.” But, God nudged them and put all sorts of confirmations around them until they could not not go after their son.
After weeks now of being ready to burst with joy, I am handing off the baton of advocating for a season for QuiLe to the one who God is already transforming into his fierce no-one-gets-passed-me advocate for life.
They’re coming for you, friend. I know you’ve waited for a long time and have endured years of crowded loneliness. But, they’re well on their way to making you a son. It’s going to be hard, but it’s going to be good.
