Each night after that, I opened my computer to input grades for school,
only to end the evening with long, meaningful online conversations with the
older brother of the two children I lost. Before I knew it, he took center
stage in my world.
“What kind of job do you have?” He wanted to know all about my job, my
class, and our family.
“I teach
bilingual education. I work with second graders the same age as your sister. I
have two older brothers, one that lives close by and one that lives far away in
another state. My parents live kind-of far, too, in another state.” I asked all
about his life, and he enjoyed telling me about himself.
“I am in high
school, and I will graduate in November. I also take classes at a local college
to learn about the manufacturing of leather goods. I love art, and I want to
study fashion design. I am seventeen years old, so I probably won't live here
much longer.” He had less than a year left in his orphanage until he began life
on his own.
Over the following three weeks, Julian and I grew closer than ever. Each
of us thanked the other for loving his siblings. He couldn’t express enough how
much they still loved us. He filled in gaps for me, missing pieces of the story.
He also let me know about Juan David and Viviana’s progress since everything fell
apart, the two children I finally accepted I would never know another thing
about.
The kids and I even sent simple greetings to one another once again through
Julian.
“Please tell your sister I said hi and give her a hug from me.” And he
did.
“My brother wanted me to tell you hello for him. He misses you.” Those
words warmed my heart.
When I finally let them go, God gave them back to me. But now instead of two, He gave me three. Abraham's sacrifice came to my mind when God asked me to give them back to Him. Now Abraham's story (Genesis 22:1-13) came to my mind again as I recalled how God gave Isaac back.
“Your full
purpose in their lives has not yet been fulfilled. I am not finished with this
story. Keep holding on, my dear child.”