“Hey, Ann, you got a letter addressed to my house. There’s no return address on it, and it doesn’t seem like anything special. You want me to trash it?”
“No, that’s alright. I’ll come by when I get a chance and take a look at it.”
Later Ann came by and opened the letter. I was puttering around in the kitchen, but I glanced at her, and she looked like she was going to faint. Her face was ashen, and she looked stunned.
“Mom, it’s from Gladney. My son has written them, telling them he wants to meet me. They want to know if I want to meet him. Oh gosh, do I ever! I have dreamed of this day for thirty-three years, but I never believed it would actually happen. Oh, Mom! His name is Christian, and he was raised in Texas”
For thirty-three years I have called this young man Michael, because that was my favorite name. It would take some doing to wrap my mind around the name Christian. Can I do it? Oh yes I can! Just think, I could have thrown that letter away, and Christian would have always thought that we did not want to know him.
Ann had to sign a form acknowledging she wanted to meet Christian; she did that immediately and wrote a letter to him, as well. She was required to have an hour of counseling, as was he. They exchanged a couple of letters through Gladney, and she had her counseling session. Then—two months of complete silence. Ann was scared to death. Had she said something wrong in her letters? Did he no longer want to meet her?
Then the awesome happened—he called her on the phone. They talked for over an hour. It had taken a while for him to get his counseling, and now that he had, Gladney no longer stood between them. Their relationship could happen at their pace.
She discovered he had a wife and three young boys. Wow! Ann has three grandchildren, and I have three, instant great-grandchildren. It is amazing to go from a family of seven to a family of twelve overnight. What a mind-boggling experience, but a beloved one!
Christian came for a visit the first week in November. We got to know him and introduced him to our extended family. He got to meet his precious half-brother, three years younger than him. We were very worried about how Shane would take this situation, because he had been the only son and grandson for so long. Praise God, they bonded!
One night at an extended family get-together, I asked Christian what his last name was. He responded by giving his last name connected to our last name. This meant that he was accepting us as much as we were accepting him. As Ann took him back to DFW airport, he told her that it was the most incredible week of his life.
As the most awesome experience of our new life together, Christian brought his whole family to spend the week between Christmas and New Years with us. We, of course, waited to have Christmas until New Year’s Eve. How special to watch those young boys, nine, eight and five enjoying Christmas with a family totally new to them. Christian’s wife fit right in, just like Christian and the boys.
My new grandson and his family want to move back to Texas because his old family and his new family both live here. We are anxious to meet his family so that we can thank them for taking good care of him for all those thirty-three years.
I used to have a pastor that constantly said, “God is good—all the time!” I can echo that myself! What an awesome God we have!
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