Three times now we’ve met the Johnsons at the airport, three times we’ve gathered with our hearts in our throats, anxious to behold first the son, then twin sons, then daughter our close friends Beth and Jared have thrice traveled half way around the world to finally hold in their arms. All last week, my thoughts were wrapped up in their epic voyage to Ethiopia where sweet Lucia, tiny Lucia, was waiting for her mother and for her father to bring her home; at night I’d lie in bed and pray for their safety.
Their expressions were bright, a bit haggard but memorably radiant, when they saw us. It was thrilling to welcome back with cries of , “Oh my goodness! Isn’t she darling?!”, the now seasoned travelers embarking on another brand new chapter of their lives. ”This is a very significant moment,” I thought to myself, “observing my children, my parents, my nieces, my sisters-in-law, all animated with excitement, reaping the benefits of community, of being interwoven into the weighty experiences, both sorrowful and joyful, of others, the Johnsons specifically – the Johnsons who’ve faithfully attended the births (well, just Beth attended those), baptisms and birthday parties of my four babies. What a comfort and inspiration they have been to me, to so many of us, all these years!
A very blessed Wednesday to you all!