5 years, Lord help me...
I guess it deserves a few words to mark the occasion, it only seems fitting, indulge me one more time for just a moment.
5 years ago yesterday we said our final dasvidaniyas in Astrakhan, Russia and pulled away from baby home #2 for the last time.
That place still calls to me like a siren's song, and part of me is still there. Don't think that will ever change...
Today there are barely traces of the somber little girl that became our daughter that day. We've spent a lot of time unpacking the bad and filling the suitcase of her heart with good. It's a full time job, and the much of the credit is owed to her patient loving forever mommy.
I could tell you a lot of sad things from years ago and make you cry, but as time goes on it isn't my story to tell anymore, it's hers.
Thankfully it's a story didn't end in tragedy, and it is to this very minute being rewritten. And now her story is peace, hope, love and family. It is Halloween candy, Christmas presents, and Birthday cake. It is Sweet Home Alabama, Country Roads, "War Eagle!", and vacations by the sea. She has a big strong Daddy, a mother with the patience and skillset of Mary Poppins and a little sister to multiply the joy... And, most importantly, she has unrestricted access to The Good News of a God who loves, LOVES Adoption.
If you would, I ask you to join me in praying that the lost and forgotten little ones would be found, that political and bureaucratic walls would be torn down, and that stories here and all over the world would be rewritten.