It was getting late.
I was tired, Jarod had to finish grading papers, and every second that bedtime was delayed by forgotten chores, unbrushed teeth, and misplaced pajamas meant less sleep and more stress.
But then I realized I’d forgotten to say anything to the kids about how this day marked exactly four years in the U.S. for our family.
We’d talked about the tragedy of Haiti’s earthquake on January 12th, but I wanted to be sure we didn’t forget to thank God for the events of the 22nd (even if my pillow was calling me).
It’s funny… I’ve written repeatedly about what the Lord did to bring our unadopted kids to the U.S., but as life rushes on in our home, it’s a subject that sometimes gets brushed over.
Knowing it would push bedtime back even further, not to mention start a lively and dramatic discussion, I took a deep breath and plunged in. “Do you guys remember what we were doing four years ago?”
And yep, the cacophony of answers began.
For the next half-hour we relived our journey:
- Hours sitting on the cement runway in Port-au-Prince, with nothing to do but watch UN planes, play with plastic water bottles, and make repeated trips to the port-a-johns.
- Complete confusion and panic when we realized we’d spent the day at the wrong airport. (Here Justin reminded me that had I listened to him we could have avoided this. Long story.)
- Dizzying relief when we were united with our adoption director and were assured we had not missed the plane.
- Watching Jaden stumble off the jet bridge into the Miami airport, where he was promptly offered his first-ever wheelchair ride.
- Spending eight hours with 80 kids in Immigration.
- Sleeping for the first time in 48 hours at The Forum in Pompano Beach, never dreaming that in a couple years, we’d live a few miles from there.
- Creatively swapping and changing kids’ soiled clothes in the airplane lavatories so everyone was presentable upon arrival.
Yes, the memories were incredible.
I told the kids that as we made the final flight to Wichita, Kansas, I’d opened my Bible to Psalm 66, blown away by its relevance:
Come and see what God has done,
his awesome deeds for mankind!
He turned the sea into dry land,
they passed through the waters on foot—
come, let us rejoice in him.
Praise our God, all peoples,
let the sound of his praise be heard;
he has preserved our lives
and kept our feet from slipping.
For you, God, tested us;
you refined us like silver.
You brought us into prison
and laid burdens on our backs.
You let people ride over our heads;
we went through fire and water,
but you brought us to a place of abundance.
Psalm 66:5-6, 8-12
After a little more discussion about how those verses applied to us, we prayed together.
Yes, it was later than it should have been when we were done, but I was thankful God had prompted me to pile up some figurative stones, similar to the stones Joshua asked the Israelites to pile up by the Jordan River.
Our kids have to know what God did for us — for them! How quickly we all forget God’s goodness; how desperately we need to remind ourselves and remind our families.
When your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean?’ tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the Lord.
So my question for you today is, what has Jesus done for you?
Have you piled up stones and explained them to your kids?
Have you shared your stories with your friends, your church, even your unsaved relatives?
My kids ask me all the time how I know God is real… how I am sure I can trust Jesus. Among my answers, which include biblical, historical and scientific evidence, is the testimony of what Jesus has done for me.
What’s your story? Pile up some stones in a comment below!