Being home in Montana as a family of five, officially “post adoption,” has left me in a peaceful state of palpable relief. There’s a sense of calm I have now that I just haven’t had for the entire year and a half that we were actively working, fighting, to bring home our son. (Even before we knew who he was.)

Our pursuit was intense, laborious. It was an unrelenting marathon of paperwork, signatures, notaries, screening, interviews, self-disclosure, reflection, training, reading, worrying, stressing, saving and praying… a true test of endurance. Here now, with our son safely at home, I can honestly say it was absolutely worth every effort that we made and then some. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

It’s as if he has always been in our family.

I think about how hard we worked to bring him home, how we so fervently pursued him, and can’t help but be reminded of how God pursues each of us. What we went through to bring Little Brother home to his forever family pales in comparison to how God pursues every one of us. Reflecting back over my own life, I see evidence of his pursuit, protection, and presence from long before I acknowledged His existence and my need for a Savior. I’m eternally grateful for His patient pursuit, and resurrection from the depths. God is not willing that ANY should perish- He is that passionate about all of His creation. (see Matthew 18:14)

Take the Parable of the Lost Coin, from the Bible: “Suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” (Luke 15:8-10)

This Easter- or Resurrection Sunday, as we prefer to call it– I am thankful for both the new life that God has blessed us with in Christ’s death and resurrection, as well as the new life that He has brought into our family most recently in Little Brother.

before church, Easter Sunday, listened from the lobby to protect the cocoon
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He already understands so much: When asked if he wants a bottle he runs and grabs his favorite blanky that Bestie Christy lovingly made for him. Every time.
He loves the chickens but when one pecked his outstretched finger today he scolded it with a firm “Bu Hao!” (translation: Not good!)
two-headed monster, spiked hair
loves pockets
took the cocoon outdoors for a nature hike
initially unsure of this backpack (borrowed from Bestie Carly), loved it by the end
despite the abundant sunshine, there was still snow on the ground in places



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