Travel (March 15, 2010)

On our way to Ryazan!
We flew in today to Moscow and are now headed to Ryazan. The flight was a little rough. We had four babies in the two seats in front of us, which cried most of the time. It confirmed our decision on not bringing Isaac. It’s torture on those little ones and the others around them. Then German had car troubles so we were at the airport a few hours before his wife was able to pick us up. At about 5pm we headed toward Ryazan. At 7pm we went to McDonalds. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about McDonalds. Now it is about 8 and we still have about an hour to go.
Tomorrow we will finish up our paperwork and GO PICK UP OUR NEW SON, SASHA! We can’t believe this day is finally here! There are so many emotions that I am feeling right now. Of course excited as we have waited this day for so long. And tomorrow he will finally be our son and his prayer for parents and a family will finally be answered officially. Alexander John Thompson. He is one blessed little boy. So many people have prayed and provided for him and he doesn’t even know it yet. But also nervous, knowing that we know almost nothing about raising 11 year olds. And also really broken for the other children, especially Sasha’s friends. On the plane ride here, I watched a video on an adoption story. And on the video the other children didn’t understand why they weren’t chosen. And one girl who graduated from the orphanage said people just never got to know me. Please pray for the other children. God would you find homes for every single sweet child? Would you comfort their little hearts?
The stars are out tonight. As I look out the window, I envision that we are at home in Huntsville, Texas. The comforts of our own land, people, smells, home, family, and friends. But even as I write that I am so thankful that God has brought us down this path of adoption. And I would do it a million times again, the inconveniences, the discomfort, the expenses, the paperwork for the reward of having Sasha as our son. It’s made me see the gospel so much more richly. That God would inconvenience and humble Himself come to a foreign land to make me His daughter. The cost was great – His life! And He did it once for all, but even with weighing the cost, my guess is that He would do it again to ransom His children and make us a part of His family.