Long ago a mother placed her child in a basket among the reeds. She had to save him. There was simply no other option. And she hoped that her plan would lead to him being raised as a child of privilege, one who would grow to be the man she dreamed he could be. About a year and a half ago, another mother had a similar idea as she left her beloved child alongside a shrub by a bus stop in China. I imagine that she couldn't just walk away that morning, but watched from afar as the city streets began to fill. I see a tearful smile creep across her tortured face as he is discovered. "He'll be alright," she reassures herself. "Please," she says silently, "Please let them find a family to love him." I wish I could tell her that he's alright. God was watching him, and He sent us to care for him, to love him.
He is sleeping in our bed, and doing well. When he does wake up, he screams at high volume! We think that in his orphanage, the first one to get attention was the one who cried the loudest! But DeAnna settles him quickly and he drifts off to sleep. He sleeps sideways, and kicks and flops a lot. He loves the outdoors, and has a great time at the park. He has really warmed up to me, and we take day trips together while Mama takes a break. He waves "Hi" to us all, and DeAnna has taught him a cute little surprised face that he we all imitate.
Truthfully, our journey has been so smooth, and Zac is a such wonderful child. I joke that God only gives you what you can handle, and He knows we can't handle much! But, honestly, we are so truly blessed. And we are so truly thankful!
Zuri enjoyed the snow while we were gone! |