Two Years....

I wrote this one night in April, the night before "Adoption Day" or the anniversary of the day we met Malachi in Ethiopia. I re-read it again this evening.  It reminded me again that,  in spite of our difficulties, we are so very blessed...

Wow. Two years. Tomorrow marks the two year anniversary of the day a baby boy was put into the arms of his mother from half a world away. 

And I thought the adoption process was a roller coaster. 

If I had know then what would lie ahead in the next two years, the hubs and I would have high tailed it away from any thought or mention of international adoption. But our great God, in His infinite wisdom only reveals one puzzle piece at the time. 

So here we are, two years and diagnoses of significant developmental delays, hearing loss and a seizure disorder later. And you know what? We're not surviving. Most days we're thriving!  There's an old statement among Christians that says, "The will of God will never lead you, where the grace of God cannot keep you." We have found that to be more than true. 

Our faith has been put to the test, and our Father has been found more than faithful. Our boat has been rocked but not sunk. We've been battered but not beaten. We have been pressed but not crushed. 

Raising a special needs child is not a cake walk, but it isn't the death sentence we thought it would be before we lived it. 

Each day we wake up to the precious face of a our sweet boy. We experience the love he gives and the way he extends such sweet forgiveness to his imperfect parents. He teaches us so much about the love and patience our Heavenly Father extends to us. We rejoice at each small gain he makes, at the fact that he can hear our voices, that he is home where he can get the medicines he needs. We rejoice that tomorrow when we wake up, we'll see his precious face and say, " We're so happy you're ours, sweet boy. Welcome home...again."

Heather