This blog has been swirling around in my head since that day last September…
After 22 days, 4 provinces and two new daughters, we were headed home. It had been a long trip. I was tired, overwhelmed and homesick. We were just on the first leg of a 33 hour journey. I knew when we arrived home we’d be just at the beginning of our REAL journey- adjustments, attachment, medical.
Thousands of feet above the earth, somewhere between Guangzhou and Shanghai, I did something I’ve done in every flight we’ve flown in China. I plugged in my earphones to see if there was any music. Usually there wasn’t any, but this time there was not only music, it was American oldies.
When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see
No I won’t be afraid
Oh, I won’t be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me. (Stand By Me- Ben E. King)
I looked across the aisle to where Virgil sat between two of our daughters. The tears began to flow. A wave of thankfulness swept over me. My wonderful, compassionate husband would be there to stand by me whatever we were facing in the days, months, and years ahead. I was not walking this path alone. God had allowed us to walk this path together.
Not many men would embark on a journey to adopt seven daughters when he had just finished raising his bio children. Not many would forsake the comfortable life to go into debt to bring these girls home. Not many would give up peace and quiet, and weekends spent in favorite leisure activities.
Not many- but my man did.
Today we celebrate 33 years of marriage.
I could have guessed until eternity, and never dreamed up the dream we are living.
God has blessed me beyond measure with the finest of men for my husband-one who will always stand by me.