God is telling another story.
I’ve been especially aware of stories lately. I just finished a memoir by Mark Richard called House of Prayer No. 2, which details his rough upbringing and raw journey to faith. Perhaps no one is more surprised than Mark Richard when he arrives at redemption.
I had dinner last night with an Aussie and a Spanish Austrian on the last day of a marketing conference. The Spanish Austrian had to leave early, but Aussie and I talked for hours about our present stories—life, work, love, and faith. He’s trying to discover the man God made him to be.
And two dinners prior, I reunited with a friend I hadn’t seen in ten years. Some difficult things need to be dealt with, and we began the process. Sometimes to move forward, you have to go back and make amends, the story demands it.
So Story has my attention. And as I said, God’s telling another one.
Colette and I are adopting from the Philippines again. It’ll probably go through in 2013. Some of you know that we adopted our dear son Rex from there. God told a story then, too.
In the course of an adoption, there are certain milestones. Approval of the home study is one of them. The home study is the basis to adopt, and the United States Customs and Immigration Service has to approve it. If they don’t, you can’t adopt. Our home study was approved on October 20.
Another milestone is the Approval to Adopt by the court in the Philippines. This makes the child adoptable. Without it, he or she can’t be adopted. Our Approval to Adopt was signed on the same day a year later—October 20.
October 20 is my birthday.
And there were other milestones that happened on Colette’s birthday and Asia’s birthday. Do you see what God was doing? He was telling the story that Rex belongs in our family by supernaturally grafting him into our family on our birthdays.
And God’s at it again. Our social worker had a meeting with the adoption board in the Philippines to discuss our new adoption. What was the date? April 18, the birthday of my mom, our child’s future grandmother.
One day we’ll lay out the documents on the bed and we’ll show our children the story God’s telling. We’ll point to the dates on the papers and the matching birthdays, and laugh deeply at deep belonging, where no one’s left out. We’ll have a good hug and a good cry.
Then we’ll climb on the bed and jump up and down, all of us together at once.
What a Story when God’s at it again.