The Holidays have come and gone like a thief, and I'm left wondering where in the world time has gone. Today is already New Year's Day, and I still feel like my baby boy came home a few short weeks ago. The passing of time makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry like a baby. I don't ever want things to change, yet they do anyway in a big way. It was 6 months ago that Mark and I were feverishly packing (and re-packing) our bags for our trip to meet our first born son, Zane Addisu. We had a family shower to attend in the San Antonio area and planned to celebrate the 4th of July with Aunt Laura and Uncle Ben before heading to Africa July 7th. Today, I'm floored that the calendar says, not July, but January. And it's no longer 2011, the year Zane became a forever member of our family, but 2012, a whole new year, a whole new chapter, with nothing written in it.
The summer and fall of 2011 were unforgettable to me. I can hardly believe sometimes that we are holding the boy we prayed for and waited for so long. In Ethiopia I learned that God is everything to me, and there is nothing I desire more than His presence. I learned to trust him for everything; my peace, my ability to care for a child I barely knew, and my fulfillment, as I spent so much time alone with Him. I made invaluable friends who I miss so much. The ladies at Yebsabi Guest House who held me as I held my child are forever etched on my heart. My throat knots up everytime I think about the morning I threw head on my dear friend's shoulder and cried overwhelmed and exhausted, and how she held me there and told me not to cry. How another cleaned up vomit with me, not once, but twice in the middle of the night. How they cared for my son as if he were their's, and sought to bring happiness into our lives.
I'm thankful for David, our driver, and more importantly our friend. His love for coffee paralleled mine, and we never passed up an opportunity to share a macchiato together. He brought us joy as he played Ethiopian music in the car and drove way too fast over pot holes, honking all the way to warn area drivers that we were on a mission.
I think of Job, his pregnant wife, and the baby that he will soon hold in his arms, and I desire to be there with them to celebrate the birth of his first born. Job's kindness reflected the peace in his heart. His laugh made you want to join him, despite not knowing what in the world he was laughing about. The slow, deep tone of his voice as he spoke of his country let you know of his loyal affections and longing to experience the great potential of Ethiopia. Job made patience, love, and peace look like decadent chocolate cake, sweet and worth any sacrifice. He made you want to be more like Jesus.
I remember Yonas's passion for history and for understanding his country's past. He desires to give Ethiopia a brighter future, and he does this everyday by caring for it's children. Yonas cared for Addisu as an uncle would while we were apart. Yonas dreams big dreams and I know he will see them come to reality. He's motivated, inspiring, knowledgeable, and reminds you why you love Ethiopia. His stories of Ethiopian history inspire respect, gratitude, and a bright future.
I am so happy I made these dear friends this year. I am even more happy that I have the most loving, inquisitive, and bright Ethiopian boy sleeping in the room next to me every night. Zane Addisu has changed my life. He's a constant reminder of God's grace and redemption for mankind. He teaches us God's heart everyday through His forgiveness, love for us, and desire to spend time with us. In parenting him, I understand more how much God desires for us to come to him as we are and open our hearts to him.
|Back in NOLA for a Christmas banquet at FBNO|
|Candy Cane Lane Puppet Show at HFBC|
|On our way to Zane's first Midnight Yell!|
|When he woke up, his first word (after "HI!") was "Aggies?" Love it.|
|Dewberry Farms Christmas Tree Farm|
This Christmas I am reminded again that life is found in Christ alone. That our comfort, wealth, and appetites only lead to earthly contentment, and fulfilling life is found in participating in God's work around the world. This is why I'm so thankful for the time I spent in Ethiopia, and why I can't shake the effect it's had on my life. It's when we are most desperate for God that we truly experience His peace, His presence, His joy. Enough of the counterfeit stuff of this world...give me the good stuff. I want Jesus in 2012 and forever.