I know it is never wise to question God's timing in anything He chooses to do. He sees the big picture and is sovereign in everything that happens--and He doesn't make mistakes. That is why I am trusting that His timing is perfect in the news I am about to share here.
You see, just one week after my father's death, we received Travel Approval from China. That means that in just 11 days from now, we will be boarding a plane on our way to pick up our new adopted daughter.
Just typing that sentence leaves me in awe. After nearly two years of waiting, praying, hoping, and anticipating, the day has finally come and we are going to complete the process. Our plane tickets have been purchased, hotel reservations are made, all our final paperwork is signed, notarized, and waiting in a folder to go into our carry-on luggage. Arrangements have been made for the care of the children we are leaving here at home. We are trying to tie up loose ends and button down some hatches as we will be in China for two weeks. It is very busy around here right now.
Yet, in the midst of all the preparations for this life-changing trip to the other side of the world, there are moments when I wish my dad were here and that he would have been able to meet his newest grandchild when we bring her home. They will never know each other this side of heaven. That's when the trust in God's timing comes in. Though these thoughts do bring sadness, God is in control of it all and He has a plan for how all these events have fallen into place. In all the challenges and trials He has sent our way, He hasn't let us down yet. He has been completely trustworthy, and I have utter confidence that He will continue to be.
Grieving for my father at the same time we are preparing for this trip to bring home our little girl has left us a little dazed, but very, very thankful. My father was looking forward to meeting our little girl so much. It brings me sorrow to know that will not happen, but I have joy in knowing that making this trip will be honoring to his memory. Family and his grandchildren were very important to my dad, and he met the addition of each grandchild with great joy. I know this news would have brought him joy as well.
No, God never, ever makes mistakes. He knows what He is doing, even if we don't always understand why. We don't have to understand, we only have to trust and wait to see the amazing and awe-inspiring things He will do.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Friday, October 17, 2014
A Full Heart
As I rolled out of bed this morning, the sound of "Blessings" coming from my ipod speaker alarm, my heart is heavy but filled with gratefulness. I meant to write this post yesterday, but the heart-heaviness was too great to get anything that made any sense out of it. So here I am today, trying to put into words the feelings that the events of the past month have brought.
You see, my daddy died last Friday. Yesterday would have been his 80th birthday. How's that for reason for a full heart?
There is so much in this experience to be thankful to God for. I'm thankful that my father died with dignity, at home, just as he wished. I am thankful my mother and I were there with him as he took his last breath on earth. I am thankful we were able to say goodbye, and that he could say his goodbyes to us in those last few moments as well. I'm thankful for the strength of my mother and the example of devotion and love she showed in the way she cared for him in the last days (and years) of his life. Most of all, I am thankful for the gift of a father who loved me so tremendously, loved my mother so passionately, and loved his God most of all.
Again and again over the past week, I have heard people say, "He was a good man." There are so very right. Anyone who knew my dad knew his kindness, his compassion, his humility, his sense of humor, his steadiness, his quiet, unassuming strength of spirit, and his love for God and His Word. People remember his gift for working with his hands, building things and leaving a tangible legacy that will last generations. I, of course, saw all that and much, much more. I and my children are blessed with a spiritual and familial legacy which is rare and wonderful. I had the privilege of calling him Dad, something only two other people have been able to do. My children have been blessed to have the best grandpa anyone can ask for and have lost one of their best friends, biggest cheerleaders, and greatest mentors.
I am comforted and somewhat awed when I think of my sister and my little girl, and how they must have welcomed him home as he crossed into heaven and joined them there. It makes me smile to think how joyful they must have been to be reunited with one another. And it eases the pain of missing him just a tiny bit.
On Wednesday, we held a memorial service and laid my father's earthy body to rest in our family cemetery right here on our land. He is buried very near to our Olivia Hope. He was buried in an old-fashioned pine casket made from trees from his own land and sawed and built by the hands of his sons and grandsons. He had specific wishes about how the day should go, and we fulfilled every one of them. The hand built pine coffin was his idea. He chose the hymns for the service. He wanted it all to happen in one day, and he didn't want a lot of fanfare or long, drawn out soliloquys. He wanted things simple, understated, and real.
Which is exactly how he lived his life.
Yes, my heart is indeed very full. Full of gratitude, full of love, full of awe for the goodness of God in giving me the immeasurable gift of calling Marvin Burnham my Daddy.
You see, my daddy died last Friday. Yesterday would have been his 80th birthday. How's that for reason for a full heart?
There is so much in this experience to be thankful to God for. I'm thankful that my father died with dignity, at home, just as he wished. I am thankful my mother and I were there with him as he took his last breath on earth. I am thankful we were able to say goodbye, and that he could say his goodbyes to us in those last few moments as well. I'm thankful for the strength of my mother and the example of devotion and love she showed in the way she cared for him in the last days (and years) of his life. Most of all, I am thankful for the gift of a father who loved me so tremendously, loved my mother so passionately, and loved his God most of all.
Again and again over the past week, I have heard people say, "He was a good man." There are so very right. Anyone who knew my dad knew his kindness, his compassion, his humility, his sense of humor, his steadiness, his quiet, unassuming strength of spirit, and his love for God and His Word. People remember his gift for working with his hands, building things and leaving a tangible legacy that will last generations. I, of course, saw all that and much, much more. I and my children are blessed with a spiritual and familial legacy which is rare and wonderful. I had the privilege of calling him Dad, something only two other people have been able to do. My children have been blessed to have the best grandpa anyone can ask for and have lost one of their best friends, biggest cheerleaders, and greatest mentors.
I am comforted and somewhat awed when I think of my sister and my little girl, and how they must have welcomed him home as he crossed into heaven and joined them there. It makes me smile to think how joyful they must have been to be reunited with one another. And it eases the pain of missing him just a tiny bit.
On Wednesday, we held a memorial service and laid my father's earthy body to rest in our family cemetery right here on our land. He is buried very near to our Olivia Hope. He was buried in an old-fashioned pine casket made from trees from his own land and sawed and built by the hands of his sons and grandsons. He had specific wishes about how the day should go, and we fulfilled every one of them. The hand built pine coffin was his idea. He chose the hymns for the service. He wanted it all to happen in one day, and he didn't want a lot of fanfare or long, drawn out soliloquys. He wanted things simple, understated, and real.
Which is exactly how he lived his life.
Yes, my heart is indeed very full. Full of gratitude, full of love, full of awe for the goodness of God in giving me the immeasurable gift of calling Marvin Burnham my Daddy.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Mixed Emotions
This has been a very eventful week for our family. We moved dramatically closer to two major, life-changing events which we have been anticipating for a while. One of these events is happy and the news we received on Monday was joyful and exciting. The joy of this news was dampened greatly, however by the other event which happened around the same time.
The first event I mention--the exciting one--is that we received our Article 5 document, which is the last piece in the adoption paper chase puzzle. It is the document in which the U.S. Consulate in China gives official approval for our little girl to receive an immigrant visa so we can bring her home to the U.S. There is just one more step in the process before going to get our new daughter--the Travel Approval or TA. Travel Approval is issued by CCCWA, and is the adoptive families official invitation to travel to China to receive their adopted child. Our agency rep has told us we should expect our TA sometime near the end of October. We may be traveling sometime in November. We're getting so close...
The other major event of this week is that my own dear father, who had spent almost two weeks in the hospital with congestive heart failure, was sent home yesterday with a plan to set up in-home hospice care. My mother and I have spent the past two days getting him settled and comfortable, figuring out his new medications, and trying to keep our heads above water emotionally speaking. To say that this has caused our family sadness is certainly an understatement. My dad has been sick for quite a while now, so it is not a surprise to any of us that we have reached this stage, but experiencing the reality of it actually taking place is difficult. We're unsure how much longer he has before the Lord takes him to heaven, but it seems as though it will not be very long...
Joy, sadness, sorrow, expectation--mingled together in a sea of emotions and sprinkled heavily with a myriad of responsibilities has made for an interesting mix, and has driven me to my knees before my God, which is right where He wants me to be right now.
The first event I mention--the exciting one--is that we received our Article 5 document, which is the last piece in the adoption paper chase puzzle. It is the document in which the U.S. Consulate in China gives official approval for our little girl to receive an immigrant visa so we can bring her home to the U.S. There is just one more step in the process before going to get our new daughter--the Travel Approval or TA. Travel Approval is issued by CCCWA, and is the adoptive families official invitation to travel to China to receive their adopted child. Our agency rep has told us we should expect our TA sometime near the end of October. We may be traveling sometime in November. We're getting so close...
The other major event of this week is that my own dear father, who had spent almost two weeks in the hospital with congestive heart failure, was sent home yesterday with a plan to set up in-home hospice care. My mother and I have spent the past two days getting him settled and comfortable, figuring out his new medications, and trying to keep our heads above water emotionally speaking. To say that this has caused our family sadness is certainly an understatement. My dad has been sick for quite a while now, so it is not a surprise to any of us that we have reached this stage, but experiencing the reality of it actually taking place is difficult. We're unsure how much longer he has before the Lord takes him to heaven, but it seems as though it will not be very long...
Joy, sadness, sorrow, expectation--mingled together in a sea of emotions and sprinkled heavily with a myriad of responsibilities has made for an interesting mix, and has driven me to my knees before my God, which is right where He wants me to be right now.
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