Thursday morning I woke up feeling a bit tired, a bit drained--just wanting to be comfortable. Having a commitment every single night of the week doesn't always go over so well. So I picked out a colorful, comfortable cotton shirt, and I decided to wear my cute little Colombia earrings (shaped like Colombia with the colors of the flag) and my Colombia bracelet. Little did I know God hand-picked my earrings that morning. Turned out to be a Colombian kind-of day in more ways than one.
First, Juan David talked excitedly at dinner about meeting a new Colombian friend at school. Not only is his mother from Colombia, but he also used to attend our church and knew all the same people Juan David knows.
Then, Mike and I went to ReEngage at church shortly after dinner. I noticed a Hispanic lady walk into the room with her husband, and when she sat down beside me, I made a mental note to ask her later where she is from. I could tell by her accent that she was from somewhere besides Mexico. I didn't get a chance to talk to her, but at the end of the meeting, she turned to me and said, "I just want to ask you. Are you from Colombia?"
I knew I hadn't shared anything about our story yet, so I wondered why she asked. "No. I'm not from Colombia, but my son is Colombian and he was raised there."
"Oh. I am from Colombia, and I just asked because I noticed your earrings."
She is from Bogota, and she left her whole family to come here 15 years ago. She goes back at least once or twice a year. The coolest part of the story was finding out that she is cousins with the mom of Juan David's new friend from school.
We both made new Colombian friends on the same day. Such a small world we live in. :)
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.