Conflict Resolution

We were still awake tending to the needs of a jet-lagged and culture-adjusting infant this morning after 1:00am when our google news reader came across with information of an attack on South Korea from the North. My breath stopped short…we were almost there today…we tried to delay our trip as another baby, my niece, was coming into this world last Tuesday, and we all wanted to share that day as well… We came across obstacle after obstacle…flight delays, lack of hotel rooms…missing the birth of Genevieve…and wondered why it had to be so rushed… Plans had been made…plans had to be changed…surgeries scheduled had to be moved…preparations that should take time were compressed into one quick afternoon…why did we have to move so quickly… Then the news comes…shots were fired…people were killed…more aggression seems likely…and my mind raced to these images we visited on the freedom bridge by the demilitarized zone…where prisoners were released and crossed into their freedom from the North into the South… Ribbons listing names of war prisoners…prayers for those released and those never found…messages and wishes for peace…reminders that freedom was won not long ago…and reminders that freedom is not free… And as I stopped to catch my breath and I looked onto those beautiful black eyes of my new son…and I thought…God provided yours and my freedom for heaven…and that was not free either… And I understood the whirlwind, the fast departure, the opportunities that appeared missed were merely delayed for something this important…this was the opening…this was the time to take down his ribbon, to say a prayer, to rescue and be rescued…...

The Team!

. A big and wonderful thank you to my Mother & sister for trekking halfway around the world with us for this amazing...

The Gift

We came, we signed, we left with child in arms…then boarded a plane, sleepy-eyed with haphazardly packed luggage, back to Chicago. From then, about a mile up in the air, somewhere over the Bering Sea, it finally seems real…he is ours! He is happy and content, even with only an hour of sleep throughout the past 24 hours…wanting to be close, yet curious about his surroundings. The office asked us not to post photos yet on the Internet, so I will do my best to describe this perfectly made, God-given little boy… Two: deep dark eyes the color of coal, taking in everything around him…cased with long black eyelashes that cover his eyes when he looks down to catch a glimpse of his toes… One: perfect little upturned nose… Two: heart shaped full lips that look like at any moment he might have a question to ask you to which you may or may not know the answer….things like ” why is the sky blue” or ” how do cell phones work?” or “what does heaven look like?” Five: little fingers on each hand that grasp your palm as though to say “Please don’t leave me” Hundreds: baby-fine wisps of jet-black hair that swirl around his crown and a few bangs to frame a halo around his forehead. Two: little teeth that turn up with each open mouthed smile One: amazing little sweet grin that already has my ten fingers wrapped around his little one. What a gift, what a joy…my heart is bursting with blessings and happiness… I love you little one… Now off to try to catch...

Letter Writing from Seoul

Letter writing from Seoul…How does one write a letter to the foster mother that has loved their child for months and then will hand the infant from their arms into ours today? Not the grammatical syntax or the proper sentence structure…not the appropriate heading or title, or wether it is sealed in a beautiful letterpress envelope. …But how to you put into words tears of joy, of weeks of wiping tears and feeding bottles…of teaching how to eat from a spoon or playing clapping hand games to elicit gurgling laughter… …how do you tell Mrs. Lee thank you, and reassure her that you will care and treasure this baby through boyhood…skinned knees and playground dust…teaching about our heavenly Father…learning the lessons of a gentleman… …that you will give him not a house to live in, but a home…not just a girl and boy, but a brother and sister…not just caretakers, but a mother and a father…a family…a haven…a place where he will love and be loved… And that all along every bit of work that she has done has been essential, important, necessary… and that forever…we, and he, will be grateful. Thank you Mrs. Lee, Thank...