Sometimes God shows up so big that you're afraid to even attempt to put it into words for fear of "cheapening" the whole experience because no words will do it justice.
I still have a hard time even fathoming the fact that I am on the other side of this story, that our sweet and precious Laura is back in our lives, that we no longer have to wonder about her life. We're part of it. It's such an incredible miracle that I struggle to even talk about.
My photo books came in the mail today from our Guatemala trip and our trip to Spain. Oh, the story that they tell.
I got out the first three photo books of our journey and sat in awe of the story that we've lived out. The pain and agony of that first adoption process/failure cannot be denied. Even today as I reread that old blog, I fight the tears. But I clung to a simple phrase: Joy cometh! And this summer, it truly came.
Our full adoption journey
Our first trip to Colombia--A failed attempt to adopt Juan David and Laura that led us straight to Julian, 2011
Our second trip to Colombia--Back to Julian, a Reunion with Juan David, 2012
Our third trip to Colombia, to bring Juan David home, 2013
Our trip to Spain, to reunite with Laura, 2017
It's been quite the unexpected journey over the last decade, starting with a miscarriage in the spring of 2007, leading us to an adoption conference that fall and the hopes of adopting a little girl from El Salvador.
Now here we are, ten years later, with a completely different story.
And as I look at these pictures, in all the books, I am speechless. And more than grateful.