I spent all day yesterday preparing for Colombia. Making lists, running errands, sorting clothes and personal items. Filling Ziploc bags with card games and crafts, jigsaw puzzles and Spanish pocket dictionaries. A hand pump for inflating an assortment of balls. Christmas gifts, unwrapped for customs.
I stood in line at Target and overheard a woman saying, “The Christmas shopping is never really done until Target is closed for the holidays. It would be helpful if you would close tomorrow.” I laughed. My trip to the store was Christmas and Colombia both. Not the last – I started a new list as soon as I got home.
Mid-day Kyle received a phone call from Patti. Not good news. Apparently adoption lists, like Christmas lists are never really finished. One more important document is still needed, and someone dropped the ball. Bogota blames Minnesota, and Minnesota blames Bogota, and whichever it is there are workers in both places who won’t get a Christmas break until everything is done. Patti will see to that. We’ve been saying all along – with God and Patti working for us, we have nothing to fear.
Last Sunday after church a group of high school and college friends organized a prayer gathering for our family. They prayed “Reynosa style” – our family in the middle, the Pray-ers circled round us, lifting intercession. Our friend Zach suggested a prayer for no hiccups. Zach was one of the students who started praying for us last year at this time, and he’s been following our hiccup-journey ever since.
We’ll talk to Felipe and Jimmy on Skype later today. One last time. The internet conversations have been nice, but we’re more than eager to be done with them. We’re more than ready for face-to-face.
Today over Skype we’ll wish Felipe a late Happy Birthday. Yesterday he turned sixteen. We’ll wish the boys an early Merry Christmas. We’ll show them their stockings hanging from the mantel. Stockings we plan to deliver in person in less than a week.
And this morning I pray for no hiccups.
Later in the day on Sunday we gathered with friends and family for Christmas parties. One at my sister’s, and one with small group friends, just down the street. We ended the day with a sing-a-long. Thirty-plus teens and adults sitting knee-to-knee lifting voices in carol and praise. We sang all the favorites – O Come All Ye Faithful, Joy to the World, and Silent Night. After a while we ran out of carols, but wanted to keep singing, and someone suggested Revelation Song.
It was one of those moments. A recalibrating moment. A remembering and refocusing moment. Singing with friends and family here on earth, but souls transported to heaven. Holy is the Lamb who was slain. Holy, holy is He…
Christmas lists, and packing lists, and worries about documents faded away. Hiccups were forgotten. And only one thing remained.
With all creation I sing praise to the King of kings… You are my everything and I will adore You.