We are in Siberia. Don’t rob my house. My treasures are here and all of our jewelry has been sold for the adoption. We have nothing left that means more to us than our children. I cashed in coins dating back to 1850 and ate leftovers for a year. I’m not broke. I sat in an orphanage in Siberia all afternoon with 3 little devushkas fighting for my attention. We looked at pictures and took videos of them singing and dancing. I sat and realized that Kim and I are wealthy.
Our oldest daughters ran into the room and threw their arms around Kim. She is their hero and they knew she would come back for them. Kim comes alive in the orphanage. I’ve seen her on stages for 26 years but she really shines on this one. It is as if she were made for this very mission. Each girl put on their new outfits and paraded around like they were something. Their momma made them feel like they were successful models on a New York runway and not in an orphanage. Daughter #3 hung out with me again. She likes futbol and wrestling. She’s all mine for now.
I have so much to say about our trip and medical exams. One doctor looked at my chest and said “normalna.”. I wanted to say ,”look again.”. God parted the seas time and time again and rescued us from a disaster last night. More about that soon in a sermon. We passed the monument in Moscow where the Germans were stopped in WW2. We went to a restaurant where no one spoke English and I ordered a 15 centimeter sub. We have gone up and down in elevators that were a third the size of my closet. I’ve watched the sun rise over Siberia while listening to praise music. But the greatest memory I’ll ever have was seeing hope in my oldest daughters eyes. When she came in and saw us it was so obvious that this was a life lesson for her. She needed today as much as we did.
I am sure that on some beach in Malibu there is a man who thinks he has it all. I would not trade my life for his. His sunset over his Mercedes could never beat the look on the faces of children who have hope and a future. I’m even beginning to devalue the Vibe. Why do I need a fancy car like that?
One last note for today. As I’m writing this our church is preparing for the funeral for Donna Clemmons. I hate not being there but we know that this adoption was so important for her so we move onward. She already had Barbies picked out for them. I’m sorry that our girls will not get to know her and we will try to honor her memory by seeing all children as a unique gift from God.