Today I have been preparing a special package to send to a little girl on the other side of the world. A package to let her know we care, filled with trinkets: a stuffed dog, a new outfit, and a photo album. A disposable camera that will hopefully be used to capture parts of her life now. A gift for her foster mom and the director of her orphanage.
Small gifts, crammed into a shoe box with love.
But there is so much more I want to send her; things that can't be contained in a box, intangibles, things I want her to internalize in her soul.
I want her two-year old heart to know that her family is waiting for her and even though at first it will feel like we are stealing her away from everything that is familiar and known, soon she will feel at home.
I want her to know that even though we can never identify with the incredible loss she has faced in her short life, we will be there to walk beside her as she deals with it, to love her and help in any way we can.
I want her to know that we are no where close to a perfect family. That we will make mistakes and our journey together will not always be smooth. BUT, we are a family and we will navigate the bumps together. She belongs to us and we will not let her go.
I want her to know that she is not alone, and never has been. I want to introduce her to my Jesus who loves her more than me. Who was with her when she was born. Who was with her when she was abandoned. Who was with her in her orphanage and in her foster home. Who will be with her when she is thrust into the unknown, but loving, arms of us.
There are so many things I want to send her, so much I want her to know. But for now I must be content to send a small shoebox crammed with trinkets and pray that Jesus will whisper the rest to her small heart as we wait to bring her home.