On Max

As many of you know, we are in the final stages of adopting a 7 year old boy from Russia. Our court paperwork is being translated as I write this and any moment now we'll get the call to go. When that call comes, the heavens will open up and rain chaos on our heads. My friend told me when she got her call earlier this year, she got 7 days notice to make her travel arrangements and solidify her childcare plans for the kids at home and such. Eek. Fortunately I have a strong network of stay at home moms on my side, and my mom lives nearby. So last minute childcare isn't really the issue around here.
But there are other issues to face.
The mental chatter caused by fear and insecurity that I've managed to keep at bay keeps getting louder.
I have to go before a Russian judge. Intimidated? Slightly. I've never gone before an American judge. I've heard horror stories of 6 hour long court hearings, all in Russian. I don't speak Russian. There are cultural nuances that may affect the answers a judge wants to hear.
I have 3 kids and a part time baby. Alex and baby will both transition to a new sibling easily. Not so sure about the girls. There will be times when they need to be reminded that they are still the center of my universe. The fact that my universe is getting bigger doesn't change that.
Since we homeschool I'm responsible for teaching ESL. I've no clue how to teach ESL. Sure there's an element of "I taught the others to speak English, I can teach this one too" and having a devoted older brother will be a huge help. But still. Not feeling very qualified there.
Then there's the reality of bringing a wounded soul into my family. One who is old enough that his scars will stay with him forever. The neglect/abuse issues. The abandonment issues. The melt downs that last for 4 hours (I've been warned). The fact that we really don't have the financial resources to take this kid to three different kinds of therapy each week.
Don't get me started on the finances. That's a whole can of worms by itself.
We're not even going to think about this kid's teeth. 
Yet from the outside I can recognize these insecurities for what they are. I can pinpoint the lies that tell me I'm not good enough, that I'm not qualified for this position, that this was a no-good, very bad idea that will torment my family for generations.
And I can stand on my faith. If Jesus thinks I'm the most qualified mom on the planet for Max, then who am I to argue.In the end, none of these things will matter. The only thing that will matter is that Jesus gave me an assignment, and I obeyed. One more gemstone for my heavenly crown.
And to think, this is the easy part.

1 comment:

TC Avey said...

It brings tears to my eyes reading your post. It is a brave thing you are undertaking. I pray God will bring you all peace and knowledge in the days to come.

I thank God there are people willing to take on such a challenge. Thank you for being obedient and sharing in your experience, it is a wonderful testimony!


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