Lucy is our first child. She’s provided lots of surprises. I wanted to share one that I’ve been thinking a lot about these last few days.
When Lucy turned two she received a ridiculous amount of gifts. It was no one’s fault; Lucy is a first grandchild on both sides of our family. She was bound to be spoiled. So, despite our (quiet) protestations, grandparents and friends and extended family arrived at the park where Lucy’s birthday celebration was held bearing beautifully wrapped presents. Tons of them. What a ridiculously blessed little family we are-Amy and I get to complain about our daughter having too many gifts.
In any case, I was concerned that the multitude of gifts might turn Lucy into a monster. That she might tear through the gifts one after the other, never stopping to stay thank you, embroiled in an insatiable lust for material things. Carl Jung would probably say that was my concern because that’s what I would have done. But he doesn’t read this blog.
But that’s not what happened. Lucy was totally transfixed by whatever gift that she opened-she wanted to have an extended period of playing with that present. It reached the point that we were trying to get her to open additional presents, but she refused, totally content with the one or two that she had already opened. It’s not that she didn’t know that there were other gifts available; the living room was full of gift bags all too easy for her little hands to get into. But Lucy said “Thank You” and lingered with the gifts that she had. It took her almost two weeks to open them all. And to be honest, we still have a few in the garage that we’re saving as potty training “encouragers.”
I’m thinking about this in light of a humbling and awe-inspiring last few days. On Thursday afternoon, Amy and I posted a message on Facebook about needing $3000 to continue our adoption process. Within a few minutes, names started to appear on our Paypal and Lifesong accounts. Donations from family. And from couples whose weddings that Amy and I have photographed. From neighbors two doors down and friends in New York, Los Angeles, Texas, and here in San Diego. From friends from high school and from college students that sat in my ninth grade English classes just a few years ago. Donations that are stunningly sacrificial in their generosity. I am so thankful. We are so thankful.
When we began this process, Amy and I knew that there was no way that we could afford to adopt on our own. We trusted that God would raise the money that we needed to bring us the child that He had for us. We anticipated lots of hard work-yard sales and silent auctions and photo shoots and selling popsicles at parades (and potentially even throwing parades at which we could sell popsicles). We didn’t anticipate that the mechanism for His provision would be the community that surrounds and supports us everyday.
I have been lingering with the names for the past few days, trying to find a way to express how grateful that I am for your support. Thank you doesn’t seem to do it. And I still haven’t come up with anything. But I wanted you to know that your support is so appreciated. We have been encouraged so much by your generosity-Amy told me today that she’s felt like we’ve been walking on a cloud even though we’ve been sick and have hit a little speedbump in our home study (as it turns out, the bee sting may have prevented Amy’s fingerprints from processing, so she has to be fingerprinted again).
We’ve literally read the names every day, lingering over them like Lucy did with her presents. We’re so humbled by your belief in us and the love that you’re showing to a child that you haven’t yet met. That we haven’t yet met. He is going to be so lucky to have each of you in his life.
We’re grateful that you believe in us and our vision for what family can look like.
We’re grateful that your donations are allowing us to move forward in the process of bringing our son home much faster than we ever could on our own.
We look at the names and say, “That’s amazing.” But what we really mean is “You’re amazing.”
Last week, we needed to raise $21,000 by the end of the summer.
Today, that number is less than $3,000.
Thank you so much.