Seven months ago, that dream became a reality when we sent in our application. I felt like I was starting a marathon. We had a child, son or daughter, out there and I knew over the next few years we would work our way to bringing him or her home. At the time it seemed like the finish line was so far away, in fact I couldn't even see it, but I knew it was there... somewhere, somewhere in the distance.
Four months ago, when I saw this

I knew the years I thought we would be waiting had been sped up, and those years were now months. The finish line was still months off, and I still couldn't see the finish, but I was committed to getting that face home. I dreamed about that face, longed to hold my child, and imagined what our trip to get him would be like.
Today, I feel like I can see the finish line. I see that yellow tape marking the end of our journey.
I see the finish line tape and my son who now looks a little more like this
It's getting closer and closer by the day.
I know everyday is one day closer to boarding that plane to Korea and seeing the face from my dreams in reality, but the closer we get to the finish line, the harder the wait. The minutes seem like days, and the days like months. I know it will get worse the closer we get to that Travel Call.
The hardest part of the race is the last mile!
I love your analogy. Yes, the last mile is the hardest! I am finding it is good to have a lot of distractions while waiting for the phone ring.
ReplyDeleteBut you aren't in the race alone.... You have throngs of people along the sidelines cheering and encouraging you. You have the ultimate marathon athlete running in front of you clearing the way, running behind you pushing you along, running beside you to give you comfort and encouragement, and actually picking you up and carrying you when your legs are too weary to run.... And at the end of the course, you have a little boy holding his hands out calling, "Mommy! Daddy! Run!" Thanks be to God!
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