As I rode through the busy streets of Moscow I tried to memorize all that I saw.
So many sights touched me deeply.
The buildings. The lights. The famous cathedrals.
Never would I ever have believed
that I would have gone to Russia in my lifetime.
But here I was
winding up the adoption of my second daughter.
Waves of gratitude flooded my soul
as I watched the people hurrying back and forth.
Many times in dark clothing
My heart beat deeply for them.
Wherever I had gone in Russia
the people had been kind and helpful.
Facilitators. Translators. Hosts.
They fed me well and gave me a glimpse of a people
with a rich heritage and a strong spirit.
It is true that many times where I stayed
was small and simple.
But there was laughter and gracious hospitality.
Thoughts go back to the small Christmas tree that was
Brought into the orphanage where 4 couples and I gathered in 1993.
Far from home.
Away from family and sometimes other children.
On a mission to adopt.
Hearts knit together with a common purpose and desire.
And knowing it was Christmas for us
Those dear people set up a small Christmas tree.
Half way around the world I sipped some broth and watched the clock
waiting for the signal to get my little baby girl.
Kind nurses and caring doctors
Who showed again and again their deep care for these children.
Again in 2002 when I journeyed to Kostroma
I saw the display of kindness again.
Doing what they could with what they had.
Those trips stretched my heart in ways I can not explain.
I saw with my own eyes
what most folks only see on television or the internet.
I smelled the flavors
I tasted the foods
I experienced a culture that I will always value
the birthplace of my daughters.
Coming home I noticed the brightness of the colors
Frequently the largeness of our homes
and the many items in our stores.
Back in 1993 in Borovitchie, Russia
I saw the empty shelves with my own eyes.
Getting outside of the walls of America
meeting people in other countries
talking and listening to their stories
gave me a greater appreciation.
There is much to learn from each other.
Hearts touching hearts.
Working together for a common purpose.
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world.
We sang it in Sunday school many years ago
and I glimpsed His Love with my own eyes
how wide it is
how deep it is
how strong that love is and continues to be.
All the children of the world
He Loves and wants them to know.