There’s a little girl called Sissy who lives about 5,000 miles away from me.
Right now, while I type these words and sip my coffee…she is halfway through her day in Bulgaria. Is she taking a nap in daycare? Is she playing? Is she coloring?
I think about her about a million times a day and I just find the whole thing so amazing.
We love her.
We have ever since we were told this could happen. Since we were told that we could do this. We could be a family for this very little girl who has no idea that she even needs us.
We know her name.
We’ve seen her face.
And we can not wait to hold her.
Being a part of this story has already been so filled with God and wonder that it defies description.
He has been in the details.
And certainly there are stressors and concerns.
For creative, flaky people like us, deadlines and paperwork that must be done at the right time and in the right way…whew. That part is hard.
Fundraising creatively and in a (hopefully) non annoying way is equal parts fun and difficult!
I keep saying this: “Adoption is a full time job!”
Several well meaning friends have said this, “But what if her special needs are more severe than you realized when you get her home?”
And I respectfully reply. “What if they are?” Please understand that I don’t mean to be a smarty pants, I don’t mean to be rude…but it is my answer. If her needs are more than I expect…doesn’t she still have them? Aren’t they part of her story, whether or not we bring her home to us or not?
She is who she is. Just as she is. And she can have her medical issues in Bulgaria where there are such limited resources and no real future for her…or she can have those issues here in America, close to us, with unlimited opportunity.
I think back to tiny little Nora, born crazy early and would we have just chosen not to parent her if she had residual issues? (I don’t think coloring on EVERYTHING and throwing tantrums count.)
I think about a couple of my kids who struggle with anxiety, one with dyslexia…one with wheat intolerance…I think about other kids I love who have special needs and I just have to say…
“So what if her needs are more severe?”
I guess we’ll just have to figure that out.
Because it bottom lines to these two things.
“My friends, adoption is redemption. It’s costly, exhausting, expensive and outrageous. Buying back lives costs so much. When God set out to redeem us, it killed him.”
We will pay the ransom (with a LOT of help from our village) and we will rescue our daughter. Because we have been rescued and redeemed. We didn’t have to meet any criteria to be redeemed. And it cost our sweet Jesus.
“I always questioned if I was ready to adopt, and then I realized no child was ready to be an orphan.”
Oh this statement stops my heart.
Surely Sissy’s first mother, the one who gave her life and a name…surely her heart’s desire for this beautiful girl was not that she would be an orphan. Surely the foster mom, Sissy’s second mother, who is with her every day and has been for most of her life, surely this sweet mother who has sustained her for all this time and who prepares herself to say good bye…surely her heart’s desire is not that Sissy would live her life as an orphan. And we look at her picture and we watch her videos and we listen to our six live life fully…and we just know that our desire is not that Sissy would live out the rest of her life an orphan.
This child, fearfully and wonderfully made, she deserves a mom and a dad and host of sisters and even one brother. She deserves all these grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins. She deserves to be welcomed in.
Weren’t we welcomed in to the courts of a King?
Be a part of her story here:
To give: http://www.gofundme.com/sylviagrace
Buy a t-shirt: http://www.bonfirefunds.com/sylviagrace
Commission art: firstname.lastname@example.org
Buy a bracelet: email@example.com
We are keeping a record of every single person who has participated in this story. On the wall, by Sissy’s bed, when she comes home, there will be a great big painting. A painting of a tree. And on that tree will be leaves and each leaf will have a name. The name of every single person who believed she was worth rescuing. The name of every single person who fought and gave and sacrificed to pay her ransom.