This blog has been on my heart for quite a while but every time I sit down to write it, I fail to convey what’s on my mind. But I shall persevere!
Our little man has not had a “typical” orphan life. He is a Hait*an citizen and he is considered an “orphan” in the technical sense but he is so far from that label. See, E was brought to the States when he was young to receive medical care. An incredible group of folks came upon this little person seizing in a crib mercilessly and decided to pursue for him care here. When they brought him to the U.S. (which is a whole, long story in itself), they sought out a host family to accommodate him for approximately 30 days. An email was sent and, in faith, out stepped R and L.
These two had just sent their youngest child off to college when this opportunity presented itself. They knew nothing about what this little person would need or what his care would entail but they were obedient to the call of God. A 30 day recovery plan has spanned two and a half years thus far.
I write this because, though this season is joyous for Mervyn and me, this is the closing of a chapter for R and L. Going into this, they were aware and reminded themselves often that this was temporary but E has known and called them mama and dada for two and a half years. They have woken up with him in the middle of the night, tucked him into bed, picked up hair from his first haircut, changed diapers, fed bottles, taken him to the E.R., navigated seizures, advocated for therapy, cried with, prayed over, fought for. They have fiercely loved this boy and E loves them just as deeply.
E has had a childhood not known to 99% of orphaned children. While this is ultimately owed to God, it is also credited in large part to the care that he has received from his mama and dada. Which is where my blog dilemma has stemmed from — how do you put into words the gratitude you have to people you credit for saving your child’s life? It is nearly impossible.
Philippians 1:3 says “Every time I think of you, I give thanks to my God.” I come to our village, those that have prayed for E since before we knew his name, and ask that you begin praying for the hearts of R, L and their children. Though they have prepared for this, the transition will not be without some heaviness. My hope is that the prayer is felt and it helps to ease their hearts during this next part. Our lives are woven, God has written our story and we are honored to do life with them. This isn’t goodbye, in any way, it’s simply a new season.