I will come back soon to share a little about how our "cocooning" is going, but wanted to share our airport party pictures from my good friend Sirah!
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We're home! I'm sure, if you are reading this, you already knew that one. I hope you've been following along on instagram (@karaonmission). It has been two weeks since we took official custody of our son...today he gave me a bloody nose and pooped all over me! Welcome to motherhood. Am I right?!
I will come back soon to share a little about how our "cocooning" is going, but wanted to share our airport party pictures from my good friend Sirah!
Looking at this picture just gets me sentimental! I feel like it needs arrows with links to stories about how they have helped us along this journey. From a lifelong friend to my high school basketball coach...to new friends who left sleeping babies (with someone, promise) to come see us.
I think that is enough emotion and sentiment for one day! We love our people and are so thankful for the team that helped us bring Tariku home...from random financial gifts, to recommendations, to so many listening ears & prayers! Thank you...we love you and are so glad to have you in our village!
Well, as many of you know, we are officially legally a family of three now! All that's left to do is bring our little Tariku home. On July 2nd, we got called and were requested to be in Ethiopia by July 7th. We ran home, did laundry, shopped, and packed our bags! Off we went to meet our little man. And...he's a doll! I put a small video together so you could take the journey with us!
The good news is...we will get on a plane later THIS week to bring Tariku home!
Follow us on instagram with the hashtag #babymoseby and/or #mosebysinethiopia.
Pull up a chair and I'll share with you about the last two days of my life. Everyone is asking for details and here they are...Thursday morning, I finished up a tour at work, sat down to rest, and was about to head out for my next meeting. I was already running late, but needed a few minutes in the comfy chairs to rest. My phone started ringing…then it stopped…then it rang again, from Canada. Darn telemarketers, is what I thought!
SW: Kara, it's Lesley.
SW: Do you want to go to Ethiopia?
Me: BALLING MY EYES OUT…ugly cry style!
YES!!! (STILL BALLING!!)
SW: Take your time…
(few minutes of me crying)
SW: Okay, I need you to go home, buy some tickets, and pack, because we need you in Ethiopia by Tuesday morning at the latest! Can you do that?
Me: Tuesday?!!! Okay. Yes, we can do that.
SW: Are you sure? If not, we can move your court date.
ME: If you said to be in Ethiopia tomorrow, I would make it happen!!
(In between all this, I was just crying!l)
So, I hung up the phone, stood up, looked at my coworker, and she said "Can I hug you?!" :D
Called Josh, called our parents, called a few friends, texted a lot of friends, forgot to call a few people, and cried more! It took me over two hours to leave work. We have our biggest mission trip of the summer coming next week…lots to prepare for.
Couple of coworkers took me to lunch and we discussed all that needed to be done while I was gone. Then I went home, freaked out, texted mom and said "Hurry over! I don't know what to do!" I also emailed an adoptive mom friend who went through this last month (frantically emailed her). She called and said "Are you okay?!" Me: "Yah, I just don't know what to do. I'm just walking around my house." Buy plane tickets and pack…is what she told me! I finally relaxed in Issa's rocking chair and listened to her tell me what the trip was going to be like.
So, we leave tomorrow. My half of the suitcase is packed. I assume Josh is packing today. Today, my goal is to read three chapters for my child psychology class, take a few quizzes, and rest!
Here is what we need prayer for:
1. We land Tuesday and head to see Issa, after a quick stop at the hotel. Pray for this first meeting. I don't think all my days in the church nursery have prepared me for this moment.
2. We will say goodbye to him Wednesday, most likely. This is not a walk in the park, I assume!
3. We will not be bringing Issa home this trip. The US embassy, after court this week, will need to get his passport and visa ready. This could take 1-2 months. Will you pray for a quick turn around? Miraculous? You see, my brother (that lives in China) lands in Tulsa on Tuesday and will be here about a month. Then, he won't be back for two years. It would be really nice, if he and his family could meet Issa in person! Even if only for a few minutes…
Thank you to lots of people! A few of you have let me whine and complain and talk about this all the time. I bring it up randomly at lunch and you listen…you have stormed the throne of God asking for this day…it's here!
There is still more tears to come, more waiting, but, for now, we go to meet our son!!
Hey sweet friends! Josh and I need your help. Will you pray? I know many of you are, but I know some are scared to ask how things are going. Here it is:
We are waiting for a phone call...literally, I freakishly carry my phone with me everywhere. It's not on vibrate either. It is on full blast ringing mode! All is ready for our first trip to go to court. However, we need a letter and court date before we can go. Not any old letter; a specific one that has our court date on it. When our agency receives it, we'll get a phone call. Please ask the Lord to send it fast! Not next week, not this weekend...today!
If begging the Lord or talking to my phone could make it ring, it would have rung weeks ago!
This waiting is excruciating! Like none other...every waking moment it is on my mind. I daydream...if you are talking to me and I zone out, I'm in Ethiopia...or dreaming of it!
Thank you for praying. Remember, this would not be the trip to bring him home...just visit him and go to court...and finally be able to show you pictures!
If you feel the Lord gives you a scripture for us, please email or comment! We need that right now.
Sometimes in adoption...scratch that! Let's start over.
In adoption, people like to tell you horror stories! Some story about their dog's aunt's cousin who adopted and it was a disaster. You know the one! "Yah, I like totally know this family that waited 10 years for their child. Then the world exploded and everything caught on fire!" ;)
You know the one...you know, because, for some reason, we like to tell the worst stories about everything. May we all commit to being self aware enough to stop ourselves before we tell another one. Who's with me?
But this last weekend, people rocked the stories! Do you know Psalm 66:15?
"Come close (I insert close) and hear, all you who fear God, and I will tell what he has done for me!"
Yes!!!! I want to hear.
Friday, literally at 5:03, an adopted father said "I know you want to get home, but can I tell you the miracles God did in my son's adoption?"
Then Saturday, my brother and sis-in-law said "let us tell you how Jesus showed up for us!"
Yes, Jesus! Show up for Issa like that.
Sunday, a friend at church said "Kara, when I was in Africa, let me tell you what God did...I know he sent an angel to move the file!"
Yep, Jesus! That's what I want you to do on June 2nd!
People! THIS is what families need to hear. We NEED to hear your stories of how Jesus showed up for your family. Maybe you don't have adoption miracles to share, but, if Jesus has ever shown up for you, we need the story!
Tell us what God has done for you. Can I get an amen?!
Hey my Issa of Naz...! What a day! Ms. Erin told me to take a few minutes to really grasp the fact that it is my first Mother's Day. There's a lot you and I don't know about each other right now, but I figure someday we'll be here. We'll be sitting at this table with two cookies. You with your milk and me with my fake coffee (aka Coke). Then we'll talk face to face and giggle together...maybe not this in depth, but our version of it.
Do you know that today is Mother's Day?
It is...you are suppose to be here for me to hold! Daddy is suppose to sneak you out of bed too early to surprise me in the morning. Today was suppose to go differently. But, sometimes things don't go the way we planned...you know that more than me, I know! BUT your friends and daddy have tried to cheer me up today. Your friend, Hazel, gave me a coffee gift card that the church was giving all the moms. I'm not sure if I can trade that in for a coke, but you know I'll try! ;) Ms. Andrea, your children's pastor, gave me a big hug. Ms. Kelley gave me a flower from you. Your friends, James & Elie, played with me in the nursery. I think they know that, if you were here, you'd be on the floor wrestling and playing catch with me. So, they filled in for you. Next year, that will be you and me!
Do you know that sorrow you feel deep inside? I feel it too!
Oh my sweet lil man! I worry that you and I are going to have to learn a new normal. For so long, we have gotten used to that ache, that sorrow in our hearts. We have learned to live with it. I am afraid that sometimes it is too comfortable for us. I worry that, when we are finally together, you and I might not know what to do. You see, sometimes we get used to pain in our lives and we don't want to give it up. I live in the same sorrow that you live in daily. That cranky ache that steals our joy! Its there, even when we don't recognize it. How could we not feel it? It's not like we are unaware of the pain we've been through. I hope you know that I recognize your pain...I won't brush it away as if it isn't valid. We will walk that road of healing together. We are going to have to start choosing joy! Sorrow is okay for a season, but joy comes in the morning, you know? I pray that, when we are together at last, God will help us navigate joy again!
Today, I am your mother. We are a mother and son separated by millions of miles and we have no control. If we did, I'd be sitting next to you in the floor, with cookie crumbs on our faces, hopefully, a couple of smiles, and a new joy in our hearts!
I love you!
Hey friends! How sweet you all are. You beg to see pictures of Issa, you pray, and you try so hard to relate to the journey I'm on. You try, but it's hard. It's even hard for Josh to understand me right now!
Right now is hard! We won't get any news on Issa for probably another month and a half. So set your watch...not to ask me, but to stalk my Facebook page.
I keep getting a comment and I thought I would talk about it with you here on the blog. If you have said this to me, don't worry; don't apologize. I just think telling you my heart will help you understand the pain I feel right now. It's really deep pain, even if I don't show it.
Just about every other day someone says, "oh, it's like you are pregnant!"
No, it's not! It's like my baby, my son, is ten million miles away and I can't get to him. •••That's what it's like•••
Mothers, can you even imagine?
'Gah, harsh Kara!'
Yep! It's that hard. I can't control his environment. I can't rock him to sleep. I can't control what he eats. I can't...I can't...it's that long list of blessed things you do all day long that I can't!
It's an insane feeling! I felt that insanity so intensely today. Did you see my Instagram post?
This intense wave of sorrow hit me, when our friends had their first dance tonight. This beautiful song has reminded me of my child for three years now. I haven't listened to it in awhile. When it came on, the wave crashed and the tears couldn't be stopped! There are two lines that play over and over "do you know we belong together? Do you know my heart is yours?" It is, sweet Issa, my heart is stuck in Ethiopia with you!
So, that is where our adoption is! It's the pits right now. I have another comment to address, but we'll save that for another day. You are my warriors, my people, my family! Sometimes it's just hard to show you the pain that lies underneath my smile.
There was one moment at my baby shower that made us all cry!
The second gift I got was from my Granny...who passed away over 7 years ago.
Years and years ago, when I knew that Granny was getting old and wouldn't be around to see my children come into our family, I wanted one thing. A baby blanket...she made ALL her great grand-babies blankets. So, I asked my mom, if she would ask her to start making me one.
So, she started this sweet little blanket. Her hands were getting old and she couldn't finish it. She finished most of it, but mom had to finish it up. There is a little bow that shows the line between Granny's work and mom's. I knew it was coming, because mom tried to give it to me months ago. "NO! That is for my shower. I want to open it like a gift." I was asking for the tears, but I wanted to open Issa's blanket just like all my cousins had done before me. So, I did, shared the story...and we all cried!!
Now, I'm not one of those sentimental people that puts things up and won't let you use them! This blanket was made for Issa. It is his! Though he may not tear up when he hears the story, he can play with it, carry it around, lug it through the airport on trips, and sleep with it. That's what Granny made it for. She made it to be used.
So, I will let him. I may cry over spilled mild when it gets dirty, but hopefully I will remember this!
It was made for him!
The number ONE question we get about our adoption is "When is he coming home?!"
Answer: We don't know! TRUST ME, when I know, you'll know!!
It could be longer than we thought....so, I feel that sorrow creeping back in here and there.
BUT my friends threw me a crazy awesome baby shower Friday. As my friend, Tracy, said "For someone who doesn't like crowds, you had a lot of friends there!" Oh man, it was overwhelming how many friends came out to share in the joy of our son. For the shower, they asked me to share my 'tambourine' story. So, here it is:
Issa T*** meaning “I have a great story to tell about my Messiah!”
T*** is his Ethiopian name meaning “his story” or “I have a great story to tell.” We can't share his ET name yet, because of some legal/process stuff. We named him Issa meaning Jesus in Arabic. We first heard the name Issa from an Omani friend studying at TU. Then, when we found out about our son 2 days before Christmas and he was actually born in a "Jesus type town"...can't share that yet either, but we thought Issa was more than fitting.
This past year, I really connected with the story of the Israelite women coming out of Egypt. Exodus records the story of their praise! Through the harsh and sorrowful time in Egypt, to the journey that they knew little about, they were ready to praise God. After crossing the Red Sea on dry ground, after seeing Pharaoh’s chariots be washed away, it says in Exodus 15:20
"Then Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a tambourine in her hand, and all the women went out after her with tambourines and dancing."
Seems odd for them to have a tambourine handy. On the long journey, when we don’t know where we are going, when sorrow is deep, we pack our tambourine in faith believing that our Lord is doing something. We have to be ready to praise him!
Last fall, I kept hearing God say “pack your tambourine.” I would file that away in my heart. Then, as my friend, Donna, was sharing at church about hoping in the sorrow, one morning, I heard God say it again. “Pack your tambourine.” Since I was literally packing for our big "around the world" trip, I felt he wanted me to literally pack a tambourine. So, I did.
On a 20 day journey, with several stops, I packed and unpacked my tambourine several times. Anytime I wanted something out of my suitcase, I had to open it up and that darn tambourine would make a noise reminding me to be ready to praise. By the time we reached our last stop on our journey, I was so tired of that tambourine. It kept making noise and kept taunting me that I thought I was going to see God do something big in our adoption during that trip. However, he hadn’t! The last night, I packed it all up again. Ready to go home…I remember packing it thinking “that stupid tambourine. I thought I had heard from the Lord…guess not!”
Then, the next morning, hours before leaving for the airport, we got a message from our case worker “CALL ME!” Sitting on the beach in India, with tambourine in hand, we saw our son’s face for the 1st time.
When is "T" coming home? Do you have travel dates yet?
Nope! We won't know travel dates until the last minute.
We are, currently, waiting for a letter before we can move forward...long explanation. If you pray to Jesus, you can pray that it comes Monday! In the meantime, we register for baby gifts and wait for new pictures of our son. AND last week, I laughed so hard when they sent us pictures of him in this adorable pink polka dot outfit!
My son, he wears pink pants...more specifically, pink polka dot pants.