We were scheduled to leave our guest house at 9am.
I stayed in bed until 6am, just praying and thinking.
I did shaky devotions, because I was reading Psalm 22 and came to verses 9-10:
"You made me trust in you, even at my mother's breast.
From birth I was cast upon you, from my mother's womb you have been my God."
And it makes me want to cry thinking about how God has been crafting our little boy's story for longer than we can even imagine. The handiwork of God is intricately evident all throughout our son's story, which we'll share in the future.
We ate breakfast, checked some social media, and were basically astonished that the world continued to operate normally when our lives were hinging upon such a momentous occasion.
Somehow the minutes and seconds passed, our driver arrived, and we were off, settled in for a 2 hour journey to Adama. We passed the time chatting with Agenyo (the driver) and Mark (the YWAM director of missions) and taking pictures of the scenery. We stopped about halfway to pick up our translator, Pastor Zerihun (who happens to know Pastor Teshale from Woliso!).
Finally... we reached Adama.
and there he was.
Sleeping so peacefully. The lashes. The cheeks. The crazy hair. I started crying immediately (and yeah, I'm crying right now writing this).
He woke up and blinked and stared in confusion.
And then his nanny reached in to pick him up...
... and handed him right to me.
All of these pictures took place in about 10 seconds.
And then this happened.
I handed Bonsa back to his nanny, and he stopped crying immediately. The four of us (nanny, Bo, me & Doug) made our way to a little blanketed area that had been set up for us. She gave Bonsa a bottle while all three of us stroked his hair, his tummy, his sweet cheeks...
The whole time, he stared at us like WHAT IS GOING ON.
What else can I type onto a blog about the experience?
There's no way I can express all our emotions... everything from the abundant joy of being in his presence to the overwhelming sadness of walking away from him...
It was truly incredible. Mind-boggling.
We were so encouraged by the nannies, by the other children there, the widows who live there. It is definitely a lively, fun place. We love knowing that Bonsa is loved and well cared for. We love hearing his story from people who have been instrumental in his little life so far.
I can't reiterate often enough how overwhelmed we are by this whole process.
The love & support we have been shown by family and friends, old and new.
The miracle of Bonsa's life.
The people who were acting on his behalf before we knew of his existence.
The power and grace of God that is so evident.
The fact that we get to be a part of all of this?
Our hearts just sing.