Reunion!

Reunion!

When we said goodbye to M after Christmas hosting, we literally did not know if we would ever see her again. We were not sure if she would be able to be hosted again, and even if she were, we were unsure if we would be allowed to host. But I felt that God hadn’t yet finished weaving our stories together.

A few weeks later, we learned we could re-host. This was not a decision to make lightly. We wanted to be certain it was God’s will for us to re-host M. As we prayed, we received confirmation that M was supposed to come this summer. In order to protect M’s feelings, we did not tell her we planned to re-host. (Not that this was too difficult to keep a secret–we had a hard time staying in contact with her. Our weekly phone calls abruptly ended about a month after hosting without any explanation. And while I was able to send her messages online–which I could see she was reading–she never responded to them.)

And then that gut-wrenching moment when we heard she might not be coming back. We knew something was wrong but had no way of knowing what. No way of contacting her. We prayed and clung to the hope that God had said she was to come. On three separate occasions, three different people gave us Psalm 46:

God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
 though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.[c]

The Lord Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.

 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”

And then we not only found out she could come, but we were able to talk to her on the phone for the first time in three months! M said, “I come to your house on 27 June!” She responded to my messages. We had so much fun telling her all the things we had planned for our five weeks together.

Waiting at the airport!

Waiting at the airport!

The anticipation at the airport was huge. We were there with some of the same families that were there at Christmas–families that were re-hosting through New Horizons for Children. he plane was originally scheduled to arrive at 11:20 p.m. and was delayed over an hour. We all grew restless, little kids started getting really cranky, host dads kept checking Flight Tracker. The plane landed, the passengers disembarked–no kids! Wait a minute…we are at the wrong gate!

Fatigue forgotten, we all dashed in the opposite direction, and ran into our kids!! M was in the front, and Katelyn and Elise ran straight into her arms. It was a surreal moment. I hugged her and didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. It was another miracle. God promised that she would come.

And she was here!