After we said our good-byes to friends and
All is calm. All is bright.
We strapped those chips into the seat beside him in the cart and we did so LOUD AND PROUD. As we drove home and I could hear the sweet sound of veggie chips crunching (as my friends cringe who don't let their kids eat in the car), my mind drifted to a conversation we had yesterday. As Tyson sat at the table eating banana number 1, I asked him about what he ate at the orphanage. I knew it was porridge in the mornings, but it turns out he ate shiro and injera for every lunch and noodles for every dinner... if I understood him right. His snacks were "biscuits" (cookies) and a boiled potato each day. After really thinking through that I couldn't help but realize that BLESS HIS HEART. No meat, bland diet, nothing cold, nothing hot, very little crunchy, salty, or green. NO WONDER THIS IS HARD. It's amazing to me, the more I think on his eating history, that he is SO willing to try everything. He never refuses to try something, even if I can tell his mind is made up before he eats it that he isn't going to like it. So, I prayed (again), asking Holy Spirit for wisdom and discernment regarding navigating eating. But, here's the thing... THAT ISN'T A BIG CHALLENGE. As Mengistu would say, "This is a normal challenge, not all challenges are normal challenges." That Mengistu knows a thing or two
And immediately, the food issues didn't seem like that big of a deal. He is going to eat and we won't let him starve.
All is calm. All is bright.
Not everyday is easy. Yesterday proved to be hard on more than one occasion. But, as soon as I think about the hard, my mind floods with the sound of the most contagious giggle you've ever heard. It was the giggle that I heard yesterday as I popped open the umbrella and scooted in close to his car door and invited him to join me underneath it. He just smiled and giggled. It wasn't until a few steps later, I asked him if it was the first time he'd ever used an umbrella. Through giggles and grins he said, "Yes." He purposefully walked through a rain puddle and he looked up at me with those big brown eyes and they sparkled. Despite the hard, the days are bright. calm. and bright. It's simply a matter of choosing it to be so. The rain could've caused me to be so rushed to get inside that I missed how excited and giddy he was. I would've missed taking the time in the
all is calm. all is bright.
Food, language, social cues, and learning to be in a family might get overwhelming at times, but Who this whole thing is about seems to be crystal clear. I loved that Tyson didn't ask if that gift was for him or even to ask me who it was for. To him, Jesus is the One who deserves the gifts and by all means, the very biggest one, red and gold paper with a burlap bow and all. With Christmas lights flickering and a Christmas candle scent lingering, I really want to give Jesus the biggest gift. I want to make much of Him. I want to honor and praise and FLAT OUT CELEBRATE HIM. I pray you do, too. He is our Way-Maker, who holds every ounce of this planet in His hands and He does so with intentionality. We don't need to fret, but rather take Him at His word: Dont' worry, but rather PRAY (Phil 4:6).
ALL IS CALM.
He is the One who came for us, grew in wisdom and stature, and bled and died in order to prove He is the Light of the World.
ALL IS BRIGHT.
As you lean into this Christmas season, worry less. Pray more. Let's give all of us (the biggest gift we have) to all of Him. That Holy night brought to us the swaddled Christ-Child to be our Redeemer and Friend. Our Soul-Saver, Heart-Healer, Sin-Forgiver.
We love you, Jesus.