None of us had ever experienced jet lag, so waking up randomly at 3 in the morning made it difficult to get a good night's sleep. This went on for a solid week...and so did the tears.
As a family, we were mourning the loss of special relationships we had made with the children and adults, yet excited for what God would accomplish in our future. Happy, sad. Happy, sad. This still goes on...
Being that it's God's world and He knows everything and everyone, it just so happens that the lady Samantha works for has a friend who has adopted from Ukraine. Multiple times. She also has a non-profit organization that helps others do the same. We are now 'the others.'
We got in touch with her quickly and the process began. First, we would need an International Home Study and God gave us an affordable, godly woman to do this.
Adoption is likened to a roller coaster, and our first dip came two weeks ago on Wednesday evening, 2 days before our Home Study. Just before church was to begin, I received a disheartening phone call...Masha was not adoptable. What? How could this be? We pursued her based on the premise we were told she was. How was I going to break this news to the rest of the family... this was a blow to our hearts.
My family tends to have more faith than me and this news didn't phase them all too much. Confidence in God's plan was still strong and we were simply going to have to put up a fight. The enemy would not win! Sarah's text to me one night..."Mom, i still don't feel any different about Masha. I know we are supposed to adopt her. The Enemy wants to mess this up. She's my little sister, I just know it Mom. I can't stop thinking about her...we can not give up on her." There I go again...the tear ducts are getting a workout.
Without going into details (which would require a book...a blog is all the time i got) we were told that our only option was to develop a relationship with Masha through snail mail and possibly the internet. Maybe one day the family would change their minds...
Then it happened. 10:01 pm. We had just turned the lamps off and were going to sleep when Sam's cell phone beeped. Someone was attempting to Skype him...at this time of night?
"Good Morning Sam! My name is Elena. I am mother of Masha. She talked a lot about how much attention your family paid to her. Many thanks for warmth that you gave her. May God give you and your family health. Sincerely, Elena."
We slapped each other just to see if we by chance were in the same dream! just kidding.
The adrenaline began doing it's job and we quickly responded to Elena with greetings and questions. To spare you 4 pages of conversation notes, I will paraphrase...
She asked if we were interested in adopting Masha. She has loved Masha for nearly 3 years, but she's had time to think and talk and she supports our desire to adopt Masha. It was Masha's decision and she wants us for parents! Woah.
Immediately, we got our girls on speaker phones so they could experience this in real time. They were squealing with excitement! Johnny was grunting...jk. We were all transported into this miracle taking place before our eyes on the computer screen. Thank you Jesus. Prayer does work and in our 'fight' of faith, You are proving to be faithful.
Suffice it to say, who needs sleep? I was up til nearly 4 am working on the first post of this blog. Whenever God is involved, it's always newsworthy. Folks, this is proving to be quite a story God is writing...I'm simply the typist.
xoxo,
Trish Masha (8) and Yan (6)
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