Sunday, April 8, 2012
First Trip.....One Year Later
One year ago today, we boarded a plane and headed off
to see our new son for the first time.
First rattle out of the box, right before boarding, we were told to go to a different gate for a different plane.
Second rattle out of the box, THAT plane malfunctioned on the runway. After returning back to the gate and sitting for 2 hrs. on the plane, they said they thought they had the problem fixed. Uhhhhh excuse me.......you think you have it fixed! Then they came on and said no they didn't and we passengers could de-board the plane and try to get another flight or we could wait while they worked on the plane some more and maybe it could be fixed. People started exiting the plane and I was also wanting off there pretty darn bad. I mean, I hate to fly, and the thought of that thing malfunctioning in mid flight was almost more than I could handle. But oh no. Rick said, "sit down. we are staying right here. its probably just minor." Holy cow. Minor malfunction on MY plane is MAJOR to me!! We hadn't even gotten in the air yet and I was about to throw up! But, they finally told us it was repaired and off we went. I was on pins and needles the whole way to New York, but we made it fine. Just another one of those things the ole devil had thrown at us for a couple of months. And he didn't stop there. We had crazy, stressful events happen all the way to Vlad. and back home again. Crazy passengers, crazy landings, crazy airports! And had we listened to all the "signs" we were getting, we would have thrown the towel in and never experienced what God had waiting for us.
Had we listened to all the things the "world" was telling us......
We would have missed the MOST AMAZING blessing.
God's heart is for the orphan. It is. He will move heaven and earth, if need be, to bring these kiddos home.
We, His church and His people, only have to say yes.
No to the world and YES to Him.
Today we attended our little country church and we gave thanks and praise for an empty tomb and a risen Lord. OUR risen Lord.
And with his hands held high, and thousands of miles from where he was this time last year, our little blessing praised God too.
What a difference love can make.
And all because of an empty tomb
and a RISEN LORD.