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| Our intimate showing with about 100 of our closest friends?! |
Part of what I loved most about the concert experience was watching the audience and the wide variety of people. It had been over 10 years since we had been to a concert, and yet some things remained familiar. There was still that unique breed of "super-fan" that seemed to do ANYTHING to get attention. She (typically) would clamor near the stage simply hoping that Tim would just look her way...that somehow in that look it would validate that she had meaning and purpose.
I didn't get it. And, to be honest, I still don't. But this past week, I think I experienced just a little bit of what it must be like to yearn to be close to a hero. What it must be like to feel that for one moment I have brushed the sleeve or made eye-contact with a star...
No. I didn't actually get to talk with Tim McGraw or ask him all my questions about his faith, feelings on adoption and how he keeps his marriage healthy while traveling so often. I had the blessing of being a part of my friend and her family's adoption day.
My friend and her husband have waited over 2 years to adopt their boys from foster care. It has been a long journey with many ups and downs. There have been tears of pain, frustration and joy. But, through it all, she has prayerfully followed God's calling on her life to become a mom to these broken and hurting boys.
Thursday marked the long-awaited day.
The day where they would finally legally be family.
Even as I drove to meet them for lunch, I felt the tingling. I knew. I could just feel it. This is a God moment. In my head, that line, "what God has brought together, let no man put asunder," kept repeating itself. Much like wedding vows, my friend and her husband had vowed that no matter what (through good times and bad times) they would love these boys with an unconditional love. I knew from our conversations that this commitment was a BIG one, but that her 1st & 4th grade boys had already grown and blossomed so much under her and her husband's loving care. God had taken the tragedy of a broken birth family and turned it around by bringing them to this place...to be a forever family rooted in faith, hope and love.
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| A very tired E working hard to behave while we wait |
As we waited at the courthouse, other family members and friends gathered to support my friend and her family. And, it was here, that I had my "moment." There were two women talking. I eaves-dropped in on their conversation as I attempted to keep Elijah occupied. They were sharing their struggles as foster moms and supporting each other in their journey. They just seemed to glow. I can't explain it. And, as I listened (but pretended not to), I was moved to tears. These women (and hubbies, too) are my heroes. They are on the front lines day in and day out loving on kids who can behave entirely un-lovable...but are so desperate for love.
I just wanted to soak them in. I wanted to capture their energy...their spirit...their passion...and, for a moment, I wanted them to just look at me and validate that I, too, can have that kind of meaning and purpose.
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| A long day...but a great day made even better with a nap! |
I know it may sound silly. But, I am confident that my friend and these women are God's hands and feet. I feel it from them...and, I see it in them. They are actively advocating for the last, the lost and the least. Simply being near them makes me energized and on-fire to do the same.
This isn't my first hero "sighting." It is simply my most recent. I have felt this tingle and passion as I walked alongside men and women in Haiti. I have felt it at military send-offs and welcome-homes ceremonies. I have felt it in a woman's small group and a mentoring time with a student.
There are so many memories that are flooding in as I type this...but, to put it quite simply, I was blessed to be in the presence of greatness this week...real heroes. And, for that, I am grateful.
