Friday, December 7, 2012

Home...



I remember leaving my family 18 months ago.  I was standing in the airport and we finally came to the point where there was no turning back.  I could see the dread and aguish in my parents faces.  Finally, what they had prayed for their whole lives was coming true…only they didn’t realize how much it would hurt.  Goodbyes were spoken and I took a deep breath, grabbed the hand of my husband and children (along with an insane amount of luggage) and walked through security.  At that moment, my sight lost them and my eyes fixed on 254 children in Zambia.  From that moment, I haven’t looked back.  Rare have been the days that I found myself longing for anything but the dirt of Zambia. 

2 days ago, my family and I stepped foot onto a plane.  “Home for Christmas,” a nostalgic phrase.  The anticipation around me was just exactly like it should be on Christmas morning.  I had 3 little kids knowing what awaited them on the other side of the trip… and they could barely contain themselves.  I had 2 older children who, with every blink was taking in something new and exciting… and anticipating what things “might be like” upon arrival. I had a husband who dreams of Starbucks… and when his next encounter with one might be. Excitement was high.  Myself, excited… yet contained.  When we finally landed on the ground in Atlanta, pushed ourselves through the various security measures, and saw my parents on the other side… kids went running and Shane and I were still bearing the burden of the luggage. Ha.

For me, excited, yet still contained.  But then it happened.  We pulled into the house, and I stepped out of the car.  My mom rushed inside to turn the Christmas lights on.  When my feet hit the rocks, I smelled “Smoky Mountain Air.”  I walked in to the house, and it smelled as it always does at Christmas time.  I looked around and very few things had changed (with the exception of my stocking position, which is slowly creeping off the edge of the mantel… and with one or 2 more additions I will find myself booted right off).  I was HOME.  Laughter and giggles filled the air, despite our 12:30pm arrival time.  And my mom, as always, took me on the tour to show me where to find exactly what we might need… that her and my grandmother worked so hard to organize.  It took a few minutes.  My mom slipped off to bed.  I finally corralled my children to bed.  I grabbed a book from the book basket.  Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.  It had a .49$ sticker on it.  In the front it read “Brad only” (that’s my brother).  That would explain why there were 2 copies of the book. J I read the story to my littles, and noticed in the background that the fooseball table stopped and I could hear the older boys listening from the loft.  They eventually drifted off to sleep.  I walked through the house and it hit me.  “How have I not missed every single thing about this place?”  “How have I not grieved missing so much of my family’s life?”  “How does my heart not LONG to be here?”  It was the Holy Spirit just whispering to me… “I did that for you.  I covered your heart in peace.  I set your eyes on the things I wanted your heart to follow.  It is only by my GRACE and my STRENGTH that allows you to go.”  And the tears fall.  I miss home so much.  I miss my family so much.  But I haven’t shed one.tear. for “wanting to come home.”  That is God’s grace.   I’m so grateful for God’s grace and protection.  I’m so thankful that we can all step foot inside this home again, and rejoice in what the Lord has done for us.  I’ll be home for Christmas… 

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9 comments:

  1. Well, you might not have cried, but I shed a few reading that ;) Glad that y'all are safely home and praying for a fabulous visit with your family and friends. We should talk sometime. We brought home two older brothers from Uganda last month, so I bet we could swap some stories.
    Peace,
    Meghan

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  2. TEARS. Oh my...tried to read this aloud to Rico Suave...tears, tears, tears. WELCOME HOME.

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  3. tears dear friend. so beautiful. God's grace is so sufficient. praise Him!

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  4. Beautiful! Praise God for his grace and so ENJOY your time home!!!

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  5. I love you my friend! Enjoy your time with your family. Rest. Relax.... I loved this post. Your awareness of our God's generous loving kindness moves me. Awesome.

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  6. That, my friend, is beautiful! You are a precious woman who is filled with the Spirit. I love you!

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  7. Oh Mitzi! You made me cry and I haven't even met you yet. Thanks so much for sharing how God's grace is present with you guys in Zambia :) We are certainly very excited to have Luke home, just like your family is excited to have you guys there! Praying for a healthy and fun stay here for all of you!

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  8. Hi-
    I have stumbled upon your blog and am in love and awe. Our family it is at the beginning of our adoption journey and I'm trying to find an agency to work with. Do you have any agencies you would recommend? Thank you for your time,
    Jennifer

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