Hi All…here is a post that I wrote yesterday on my journey home from my trip for work this past week…it was hard but so worth it, I hope this blesses you :)
As I write this, I am sitting next to a 13-year-old boy from China, who 18 months ago was adopted into a family in the United States. Today, his family said goodbye to him in the airport and the two of us boarded a plane on our journey to Texas. For sake of his privacy, I will call him Sam. Sam was found abandoned by his biological parents in China when he was an infant. He didn’t have the chance to say goodbye to his “real” parents as he calls them but they said goodbye to him. Next, because he is partially blind, he ended up in an orphanage for children with special needs. He spent time there, bonded with the other children and mothers who took care of him but before long it was time to say his second goodbye to his orphanage family as he went to live with a foster family in China. He stayed there for a while, 9 years in all, growing, bonding, becoming more of the child that God wanted Sam to be. At the age of 12, it was starting to look like Sam would never get adopted. In China, if you aren’t adopted by the age of 14, then your hopes for adoption go out the window. Sam knew that he was approaching this age and was still without a family to say, “You are our son, forever.” But then something remarkable happened, a family from the state of Washington met Sam while they were on a medical mission trip to China. The family was Chinese themselves and they had immigrated to the U.S. around 20 years ago. The dad was a physician and they decided that they felt called to adopt Sam as their son, especially because they thought they could help Sam medically due to the father’s medical background.