Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Somewhere right now, on the other side of the world, if all is going as planned, a man is making a long trip to Addis Ababa where he will appear before a judge as a representative of his family, and there he will give his consent for the adoption of a little girl.
He is not her father. She has no father. Nor does she have a mother. I had prayed that she would be a true orphan. She is.
He does not know her, he only knows of her.
He said that he has a cross that he wants to give to her.
I wish I had some profound thoughts to offer up right now. Something really poetic and deep.
But I have nothing.
And this little girl, who looks so sad in most of the photos we've gotten of her - she has nothing. After court tomorrow, when she is officially released from any blood ties in her country, she will have less than nothing.
Except for the cross, a cross from her family.
We do not know her, we only know of her. But in ten days we will fly on a plane to the other side of the world. We will stand before the same judge and give our consent to be her father and her mother. The same judge who severed a tie will then unify. Then the little girl will have a family. Our family will have a little girl.
And together, with the cross, we will have everything.