Thoughts on “seven-until-thirty” from Joel.

In seven hours, I’ll star a thirty hour, three flight trip with a nine month old.

I always figured this is the part  I’d be worried about. (Maybe I should be!). Will he sleep?  Scream?  Bust a
diaper on the person next to him?

I figured I’d be thinking about all those things, but I can’t. Lying next to me on a bed in room 208 of St Annes Procure
in Kinshasa, DRC, is my son.  Chirping like a happy little dolphin. So I get to think about other things instead. 

I get to spend 30 hours with him in my arms.
I get to introduce him to his amazing mother who worked so hard to bring him home.
I get to see him take in the non-stop wonder that is his sister.
He’ll soon meet his church family and our friends – so many who have worked and prayed for this day.
We’ll soon stand around the baptismal font together again.
For the first time, our family of four will sleep under the same roof.

These are the things I get to think about.

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.  His mercy endures forever.


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