It came along with a document in Chinese, translated into English that we had to sign. A document that says we accept this adoption.
We have been committed from day One. From the moment we realized we were intended by God to care for an orphan.
But to hear the word from the People's Republic of China? To sign our names to this official piece of paper?
Overwhelming. Understatement of the century.
All of the moments in the past month when I could and should have been spending my time making forward progress on various projects, but instead I was crazily pursuing background checks and driving an hour each way to have something notarized. All of the times when I was trying to keep things simple so we could enjoy each other's company, and yet finding myself filling every minute with more and more items on my "Must Be Done Now" list. All of the ambiguous conversations about adopting a child are coming down to this moment when we put pen to paper and say Yes, we will adopt this child.
We breathe a huge sigh of relief just before we start hyperventilating.
And then I go for a run. The fog is consuming in the chill night air. It dampens the noises, and I am enveloped in silence.
In the silence, I feel the presence of One who is in control. And He tells me to breathe. To lay it at His feet. That just as in every time past, He will provide what we need.
I continue running, still scared but ready to keep on keeping on. Some things are just important like that.