Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Sunday, February 25, 2007

The issue of the day

Some mornings, while I feed the baby breakfast, my dh reads the me headlines and tidbits from the morning news (typically courtesy of Matt Drudge.) Imagine my dismay this morning, to discover James Cameron will be disproving Christianity once and for all, at a press conference tomorrow. He claims to have proven that Jesus married Mary Magdalene, had a son named Judah and died. Mr. Cameron will say that through DNA testing, he can prove that he has found Jesus' remains.

My gut reaction this morning: Give me a break! What exactly is going to compare this DNA to, in order to prove this is Jesus? And even if there were some to compare it to, they are analyzing two thousand year old DNA? C'mon anyone who has watched CSI knows, it is difficult to get good DNA from a body just a couple of years old, much less two thousand years. Okay, so I know CSI isn't scientific, but I would take the bet that it is a lot less fictional than Mr. Cameron's findings.

After church I began to think on this more. While I am not afraid I am going to need to go search for a new religion anytime soon, I did spend some time thinking about the gullible nature of man. It seems that if people hear something enough, they just begin to believe it. If someone somewhere says they've proved it, well then, it must be true. As I began to fret about this prospect of the difficult road that may lay ahead for Christ's church, the Lord gently reminded me that rarely have His people come under attack, that He hasn't risen up strong among them... That when sin abounds, grace does much more abound... That even in the midst of the unspeakable suffering under Nero, his church did not just survive, but she thrived. I began thinking, "Bring it on, Mr. Cameron!"

But the day wore on and by evening, my heart was moved again by the Lord's gentle prodding. James Cameron is not our enemy. He is not who we fight. Remember, we wrestle not against flesh and blood. The Christ, who he seeks to discredit, is the Christ who died on a cross for this very action.

And so tonight with Christ, my only response can be to pray...

Father, forgive him, for he knows not what he does.

Gotcha Day

Well, since I have been home 3 ½ weeks now, I guess it is time I get back to blogging and give you all the details of my trip. I feel like I am finally starting to get into a rhythm and I am learning to function pretty well on no sleep! =) So I will begin by taking you through our Gotcha Day, January 26.

From the time we found out we had travel approval, life went into overdrive. Making our travel arrangements, packing, buying last minute essentials. I was physically incapable of more than 2-3 hours of sleep per night and naps were impossible. Life was way to exciting! The night before we left I finally got a solid 5 hours, before waking at 3 am to head to the airport.

My mom, Tim and I met up with Tim's mom at our connecting flight in Houston, and the four of us were on our way. The flights were uneventful and we arrived in Guatemala City on time. After our driver Abel, stopped at the hotel so we could check-in, we headed to Hannah's Hope, the orphanage where our baby boy lived. The drive to the orphanage was familiar, and yet surreal. I could hardly believe forever was about to begin.

I leaned over his crib and touched his back. He was so beautiful. I asked if I could wake him, still so unsure in my new role of mother. I lifted his little body and he snuggled into me. It was one of those amazing moments in life that you know you’ll always cherish. Everything around us was gray, I have no idea what was going on or who was there to witness it. I just remember the purity of those moments holding my son, as my husband held me.

We changed him into his new clothes and took turns holding our new son. Looking back, I can tell that he was a little stunned by what was taking place. The new grandmas got in some snuggles while Tim and I were running around getting photos and giving hugs to the babies of my friends on the list serve. We were a bit rushed and didn’t get quite as much time there as we would have liked. I missed a few very important babies.

Back at the hotel, we unpacked and played. It was a sweet time of just getting to know each other. We had a delicioso dinner at a beautiful outdoor restaurant at the hotel, then headed back to the room for a bottle and early bed. We were actually all in bed with the lights out before 9 pm. But the very excited new mama just couldn’t sleep. I kept checking on my little guy, to make sure he was okay, to make sure he was really there. He only woke once that night and fell back to sleep pretty easily.

What an amazing day!

Friday, February 23, 2007

Me Church

I know I am so behind in posting about my trip and my amazing son, but I just could resist sharing this video I found on my friend Henry's blog. Enjoy...

Thursday, February 08, 2007

My miracle

We witness a miracle every time a child enters into life. But those who make their journey home across time and miles, growing within the hearts of those who wait to love them, are carried on the wings of destiny and placed among us by God's very own hands.
---Kristi Larson

Friday, February 02, 2007

In Antigua

Our first full day together...

Home At Last

We are home! Harrison is just fantastic and I am sitting on top of the world. I have a ton to share and lots of photos, but I am exhausted. I will post soon, I promise!