Iris, we are one step closer…

I mentioned in my last post that we were logged in for our adoption on February 28th.  We were told it would take 4-6 weeks to have our documents out of translation…..

So on March 14th our family decided to pray for a miracle.  We spent the entire day praying that our paperwork would be out of translation on that day – just two weeks after our log in date.  Well the day ended and we didn’t get a call from our adoption agency.  Ok, it just wasn’t intended to be.

Today I open my email and there’s something from Logan, our adoption person.  She informs us that she received an update from China and we are not only out of translation, but we were out of translation on March 14th.

March 14th.  The day we spent in prayer.  Exactly what we had prayed for.

And I refuse to just sit here and tell you “God answered our prayers” in the same way I would inform you that we are out of aluminum foil or someone needs to clean the upstairs bathroom.

Because this is GOD people.  He said “Let there be light,” and there was light.  He took dust, simple dirt, and formed a human, breathing into him the breath of life.  He gave Sarah a child long after her body was physically able to create one.  He helped a band of unloyal misfits through generations of mistakes because they were his chosen people.  He gave us His son.  He is a man (ok God) with a lot of stuff to do.

Yet, he has time to listen to me.  Me.  A crazy, occasionally faithless, constantly questioning, messing-up person with one hand on the Bible in trust and the other hand forever on the phone ready to dial 911 in case He just doesn’t come through this time.  Me.

So when you read this I want you to picture me on my roof, waving a flag, carrying a bull horn and screaming “The Creator of the Universe has answered my prayer!!!!”

It was a small prayer, a simple prayer, and he took the time to listen and say “Sure Zabrockis…I can do that for you.”

That is one amazing God.

And Iris, we are on our way baby.  Hold on.  Feel the presence of God, because He’s there.  You are a Zabrocki too so He’s answered this prayer for you.

We are one step closer…….




The Waiting Game……

I am so tired of waiting.

When it was up to me, and I had to fill out paperwork, or get something done for this adoption, it felt different.  Like it was just one more thing on my massive list to get done.

Well, I’m done.  And now I’m waiting.  I feel like I’m 9 months pregnant, it’s the fourth of July, and I’m sweltering as I try to bend down and pick up some cheap candy for my kids.  Let’s get this over with!

There are all these little steps that I need to pass to reach the goal.

We were DTC – Documents to China early February. We celebrated.  One step down.

Then there was the Chinese New Year so the government took some time off.

LID- it stands for Logged in Date.  China gives us a date that we are officially in their adoption line.  That happened on 2/28.  Keep in mind that we turned all the documents in sometime in early December.  They spent some time being authorized or some other blah blah blah….

Now we are waiting to be OOT – Out of Translation.  Our documents will soon be written in Chinese.

Next we’ll receive an LOA – Letter of Acceptance.

Then we get visas for our daughter from the US government so she can come into the country.

Then we mail those to China and they give us a TA – I think it stands for travel appointment, but it seems so far away I can’t even concentrate on it.

And then, then I can get on a plane and travel around the world to get my daughter.  I have loved her too long now and I just can’t stand to be away any longer.

Do not be afraid, for I am with you; I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west.

Isaiah 43:5

God’s timing, right?  Last Thursday I prayed for the call that we were OOT.  Come on Lord I said, I’ll take  a little miracle today.  The answer was no.  Sigh

So I wait.

remember the miracles….

This weekend in church our pastor was discussing what to do when doubts about God sneak into our mind and thoughts.  His advice was twofold: Remember the miracles and Be the miracle.

This advice came at such a pinnacle time for me (a miracle in itself that Jesus had a pastor write a sermon just for me).  Last week was a hard one for me.  I am currently homeschooling 3 of my children and I was having one tested at the public school for learning difficulties.  Testing was over on Friday and when we scheduled a date for discussion, I was sad.  I’m no rookie folks.  This would not be my first IEP meeting and I think they stink like a bag of wet cats.

I spent the next day worrying about her.  Should I home school again?  Send her to public school?  Go back to the Christian school?  Maybe we should move to get in a different district?  Wait, if we did move, would she ever find friends again?  Oh man, will she ever get a date for prom?  And if she does, how will she be able to wear those high healed shoes that she loves so much with her AFOs on?  And do college dorms have handicap accessible dorm rooms?  Wait, if I don’t figure out the only right answer to the school question then she’ll never go to college and her future will be doomed, all because I made the wrong decision.  ARGGGGGG!  ….what will ever become of her?!

Holy batman is that lady crazy.

And then Pastor Harlow reminded me to REMEMBER THE MIRACLES.

And I am a woman who not only believes that Jesus is still in the business of miracles, but he’s been handing them out to me for years now.  And I’m going to write them down.  Now.  Because Jesus has actually saved the lives of these children that I keep worrying about.

When my youngest son was born, he had an apgar of 2.  He was smurf blue and not breathing.  Unknown to myself and my doctors, my placenta was breaking apart.  I went in thinking it was labor, but it was only severe cramping (from the placenta) and the doctor decided to just induce labor.  I had an epidural, and after about 8 hours, it no longer worked.  The nurse had forgotten to refill the IV bag.  Hmmm….. When I could feel the labor I realized I needed to push, but I wasn’t even dilated to 10 yet.  The doctor just shrugged and said, “Well, I guess we’re having a baby.”

Will’s life was saved that day.  No one but God alone knew my placenta was breaking apart and that my son was essentially suffocating in my womb.  The doctor told me that evening that had we waited even 12 more hours, my son would have been stillborn.

Someone came from the house of Jairus.  ” Your daughter is dead,” he (told Jairus).  “Don’t bother the teacher anymore.”  Hearing this Jesus, said to Jairus, “Don’t be afraid; just believe, and she will be healed.”    When he arrived at the house of Jairus…..all the people were wailing and mourning for her.  “Stop wailing,” Jesus said.  “She is not dead but asleep.”  They laughed at him, knowing that she was dead.  But he took her by the hand and said, “My child, get up!” Luke 8

Last August our son Mesfin came down with transverse myelitis, an autoimmune disorder that left him paralyzed from the neck down within 12 hours of symptoms.  Doctors said that it looked grim.  People do recover from transverse myelitis, but it takes years and is usually not 100%.  At nine p.m. they started steroids, the only treatment available, and said, “We will monitor the paralysis of his diaphragm throughout the night, and let’s just hope he can still breath on his own by morning.”

He brushed his own teeth at 9 am.  At 2 in the afternoon, he walked again.  Today, he is simply himself.

“Sliver and gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you.  In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.”  Taking him by the right hand, he helped him up, and instantly the man’s feet and ankles became strong.  He jumped to his feet and began to walk.  When all the people saw him…they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him. Acts 3

My oldest daughter has struggled with ADHD and depression for years.  Finally, about six months ago, a doctor came across the right medication for her.  Within weeks she felt different.  She said to me “Mom, I feel like I’ve lived my whole life in a dark hole I couldn’t get out of and now I can finally see a ladder.”

As Jesus was on his way, the crowds almost crushed him.  And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her.  She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped.  He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you.  Go in peace.” Luke 8

And then there’s Faye.  My daughter with spina bifida.  The miracles are too many to count, but it starts with a group of doctors telling us to have an abortion because she would be too paralyzed to breath on her own at birth.  We didn’t, she wasn’t.

When I told my husband of my worries that day, I said, “It feels like I just love them too much.”  And he said, “Honey, you don’t love them too much.  Love them like your pants are on fire.  Then realize that they are not yours.  Stop worrying about Faye.  He’s got it covered.  Remember, He’s the one who made the lame man walk.”

So I need to remember the miracles and in the words of David,

I saw the Lord always before me.  Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.  Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest in hope, because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, you will not let your holy one see decay.  You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence.  Psalm 16