Thanksgiving

Whew! We made it through Thanksgiving. Almost Christmas break, almost Christmas break. For those who don't know, on top of my teaching schedule (which is relatively light), I do technical production for about 14 major events from Sept. to April, plus parent nights, awards assemblies, special events etc. As you can imagine, it is fairly wall-to-wall and leaves Anna (God bless her) to be a single parent much of the time. YY and I make the most of every gap in the schedule I can find, but Anna still bears the bulk of the load right now.
No complaints, mind you. We knew what it would be like when we chose to adopt. The school has gone out of it's way to be accommodating to me and they have been very generous. We weighed the cost of this tower before we started building. Special needs adoption would mean that Anna would have to leave her job. Working at my school would mean I could not pick up another job. Our income would go to half and Anna's workload would double (at least).
We could have chosen for me to find another job that paid more or with a less demanding schedule, but starting all over would have meant years of delay in the next adoption as my work history stabilized again. We could have chosen a less demanding special need (in either adoption). But as we weighed the cost, we were convinced that the time was now...and the child was FX.

And I am Thankful. We walked a difficult path early in our marriage and it made our marriage stronger. Trusting God, day by day, for even the food that you will eat has a way of strengthening a marriage. You both are cling by a thread, but you both recognize that it is the only thread there is. I could spend days telling you about all the sublime and miraculous ways that God cared for us in those days. Just get me started. His faithfulness is unbelievable...His ways of providing were pretty unbelievable too! (honestly, don't get me started unless you really have the time. I love to tell those stories.)

And so I preach this to myself and not to you. This post is to remind me to be Thankful for the uncertain, the impossible and the insurmountable nature of bringing FX home. We have been here before. Many times before. It tested our nerves, our faith and our marriage. It tested our will and sense of what was fair in the world. It rewrote almost every scrap of my philosophy and Theology. But it made me a man, and I would not have been the father my boys needed without being refined in that crucible.

I am Thankful that we get to do it again. I am thankful that this will be forever a part of my son's story. I am Thankful. When he wonders at cruelty or hardship, or feels like he should just give up, I am thankful that he will know that God has already conquered the uncertainty, confounded the impossibility, and placed his flag right on the peak of that insurmountable mountain.

I wish it was easy, but for his sake; for YY's sake; and for my sake I am Thankful that it isn't. I can't wait tell this story. You are my witnesses. Hold on for the ride and see what He does.

Happy Thanksgiving.

The edge of a knife

Adopting a child you know, from a country that doesn't want you to know anything about the child you adopt, is like standing on the edge of a knife. A very long knife, to be sure.

The CN government doesn't really like for people to adopt specific children, so we can't do too much to draw attention to ourselves. On the other hand, the caretakers know and want to tell because they don't want to see this sweet boy suffering from thinking that no family wants him.

CN doesn't like for us to have much contact, Caretakers want us to lay it all on the table.

And what about FX? What would he want? Is it better to tell him now, knowing that it could be a year or more of waiting. What if the process stalls out? What if we hit a snag? Would we start trying to skype in every week or so to check in? It seems like kindness on one hand, but it also seems that this distant familiarity might actually harm real bonding when we finally come together. Would we be the housemates he is coming to live with; his permanent exchange family?

I look at the pictures of him and know that he is getting older by the day. We long to bring him home. We long to tell him that he is our son. But part of me fears that this might be more painful, more distressing than continuing on with "aunties" who love him, unaware that we are here until we get some hard deadlines. At least then his life is normal, for a while.

Perhaps the Ayi's should tell him that he is being adopted and that they will learn more about his family when the time comes. I am not really sure that this is possible. Everyone there is so excited about his coming to be with YY that I am pretty sure any crack in the wall will result in the entire dam bursting.

And so for now, we walk the knife. The blade cuts deeply into our feet with every step, but at least we always have a pretty clear idea where the next step has to land. The way is narrow and straight the gate...

First Meetings

O.K.
So tomorrow is the big adoption walk at Grace Chapel. We are so excited that some of you will be coming out to walk with us, it is about the only way I get enough time to see some of you. We are excited!
But since it is tomorrow, I thought I should give you a chance to meet FX the way we did, before we knew anything about his incredible story.
In the weeks proceeding our travel to China to pick up YoYo, We were allowed to Skype the foster home on several occasions to talk to him. I don't know if you've tried to get a Three year old to talk on the phone, but it is even weirder when you (a stranger) are trying to get them to talk to you on them computer in a language they don't understand. So the first time we tried,YoYo stared at the screen for about 12 seconds and wanted to go play. I'm sure he couldn't figure out why he should talk back to the TV.
We decided to sit a bit and see if he would come back, and so one of the Ayi's mentioned that YoYo's "older brother" wanted to know if he could practice his english. So this boy pops himself onto the bench and begins to talk to us in English which is remarkable for a boy of eight in the middle of Beijiing.
As we talked, YoYo became curious as to what he was going on so he jumped up on the stool too. Little did I dream, at that moment, that the day that I first talked to my son, I was talking to both of them at the same time. I took a picture, but I can't find it. Arrgghh.
But what I can find is this...a clip from our first day at the foster home. The foster home director had the imagination to take our camera so that she could film our first moments with YoYo. In order to give YoYo time to become comfortable enough to come meet us, she introduced us first to FX. If this dear friend (now a friend) hadn't, inexplicably, decided to film that meeting too, we wouldn't have any of this footage. I was busy writing my story in the moment, but God was reading pages I couldn't even imagine!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you....YoYo's elder brother, FX
p.s. the sound might be a little wiggy, I'm not sure.

Flipping

We write our stories as we go along, which can be dangerous. We make assumptions and decisions about what happened and why. We assign meaning or virtue to pieces and parts, and all to often we decide what God is doing and what God's will is before we have enough distance to really see the whole picture.

YoYo and I love to read stories together. When he is curled up on my lap and invested it is some of the best "BabaYoYo" time. Last night, like many nights before, as I was reading one page he would flip to the next page before I finished. I guess he thinks he knows what is about to happen so he's ready to move on to the next part of the story. I remind him again that he needs to listen to the story because if we don't read the whole page then what happens later won't make sense. So I started reading again, and after a page or two he started trying to browse the rest of the pages while leaving the page I am on just open enough to read. It didn't really work. So I stopped reading and closed the book. "you aren't really interested in the story right now, you just want to figure out what happens." We go through this a lot. He always wants me to finish reading and I do, reminding him to focus on the story and not just the pictures.

How like my life. I am always in danger of missing the beauty of what my Father is doing because I am busy flipping pages. Here I am making decisions and proclamation before I really know what has happened; before I can see what He sees clearly written just a few lines ahead. I think that is the danger of blogging sometimes. I guess we'll see.

Thank You

Dear Friends,
We are so blessed that you care about us enough to walk with us through this journey. You guys are amazing. Please stand in the gap for us in prayer.
There are so many God-sized obstacles to be overcome, but we know he will do it. I think of where we started in the process two years ago with YoYo. Looking at his file, I thought Anna was crazy to want to request him and I thought that any agency would be crazy to think that we would be the best parents for him. I told Anna, "no one in their right mind would give us this boy. If God wants us to have him, nothing on earth can stop us from being selected for him."
Three days later, we were offered this beautiful, but frightfully damaged little boy. We were warned that it would be a life of surgeries and hardships. I couldn't imagine how to hold him, let alone play with him without injuring him. We were signing on for a life impossible difficulties and insurmountable financial ruin. But in the face of all that, God's voice was clear, "This is your son. No matter what the price, no matter what the odds. I will be faithful." Despite our uncertainty for what the future would look like, we had peace that God was about to do something that we couldn't even imagine.
And He has been true to His word. The super active, musical, athletic, healthy, genius of a boy that is asleep in the bedroom 15 foot from where I am sitting this moment, stands in stark contrast to the fragile child we had expected to exchange our way of life for. I've changed alright. I have to work out just to be able to keep up with him.
What can separate us from the love of God? Not insurmountable medical conditions, not financial burdens, not catastrophic earthquakes, not even my own fears and failings.
And so, we come to FX whose needs seem insurmountable, whose accommodation seems even more fiscally impossible, and an economic earthquake. Fear calls out that this is the wrong child, the wrong choice and the wrong time. But Faith remembers that this family is already built on God’s ability to do the impossible. Not just to heal YoYo, or to spare our lives, but to change my fearful heart.
We look forward to seeing God do what only he can imagine in our family, and in yours. Thanks for being here on the voyage.

My dearly departed friend, Milton Murphy, used to say,"every beginning is difficult." I find that to be true here as I sit down to begin chronicling our journey toward our new son FX. I will try to be as honest and open as I can, but please remember for security reason, there are some things I can't say on the Internet. There will be gaps in some stories or some incongruent elements . "There is more in Heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophies, Horatio." One day we will tell the story in full.