We've been back for almost three weeks, I think, and I haven't really posted anything about our trip to Ukraine. Please let me say I'm sorry about that. So many of you gave your time, bought gifts, made generous donations, prayed faithfully, and I promised to keep you posted, and I haven't done well with that at all. And it's not because I haven't thought of it. I've actually thought of little else. It's just that I haven't been able to sit and write without crying.
There is no way that I could have ever known how deeply personal, how intensely emotional and how heart-stoppingly overwhelming this whole experience would have been. I knew it would be unforgettable. I knew I would cry when I first met Sasha. I knew that when my eyes fell on his face in a crowd of people, I would mark that instant as a gift from my Father in heaven. I knew our friends Oksana and Ania would be amazing. And I knew it would be excrutiating to leave all of these people behind and return home. But I didn't know how much this week would level my heart and bring me to a screeching halt and render me wordless (wonder of wonders). I didn't know I would feel like I was leaving home and saying goodbye to my children both times I boarded the plane. Truly, I could not even speak of this week without floods of tears (on airplanes, in airports, even a week later in the grocery store parking lot!). So I just haven't known how to put all this into words.
But I need to try.
You have all been part of what God did in our family while we were in Ukraine. So I will begin to try to put into words the indescribable goodness of God we experienced in our trip to Sunshine.
This exact moment, it was a gift from the hand of God. Each of our moments are. But this one, it's one I can mark to the second. Capture in a photo. Keep tucked in my heart. A perfectly ordinary-looking moment containing the invisible substance of an answered prayer.
And I recall that "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen." (Hebrews 11:1) This moment. This walking out the doors of an airport amidst throngs of strangers and also amidst long prayed-over friends. This is the substance of things hoped for in my heart. This is what faith looks like...