Monday, January 20, 2014

I love you...too.

It has been 14 months since we first held Zihao in our arms in China.

He has been lovable from the beginning. He's adorable. Charming. Cuddly. And really will win anyone's heart.  But...we've been trying to win his heart.  Really win it.

Every night that I've tucked him into bed, I've prayed with him, bent down and kiss his cheek...and said "I love you, Zihao". At first he just looked blankly at the wall and showed no emotion. Then over time, he would do a bit of a goofy smile.  Then there was a time where we transitioned to an "ok".  But he definitely never said it back.

About a week ago...I did the same thing I've done for 14 months.  Put lotion on his body, brushed his teeth, helped with his jammies, tucked him into bed.  Prayed with him. Kissed his cheek and said "I love you, Zihao".  As I turned to walk out his door I heard "I love you...too."

I stopped in his doorway. My head turned. I just stood. Still.

Did I really just hear that? I looked up and smiled. "Did you hear that, God...? He said it.  And I knew  he meant it."

Every night since I go to walk away, I hear this cute little voice ... as he snuggles into his orange bear say..."I love you...too".


Zunduka was adopted at almost 6 years old.

He is very much his own person and quite comfortable in his own skin.  He is quiet. Serious. Loves reading and completely loves reading the Bible.  I mean...loves it.

Last night when he went to bed I was picking up many, many drawings around the kitchen.  I stopped when I saw Zunduka's pile.

He had drawn a series of pictures about the death and resurrection of Jesus.  Starting with this: It says "Peter, no this has to happen." "But Jesus, you will die."

"Jesus had to carry his cross. Peter was sad"


"Jesus died on the cross. God was sad to see it".

(he told me the next morning this was the hardest picture he's ever had to draw)

"Jesus died and was buried. Mary was sad"

The tomb.

"Don't be afraid. I have good news. Go to Peter"

"Go to Peter and tell him that I'm alive"

"Jesus is gone because he was the Son of God"

"Jesus flys"

Zunduka...loves Jesus.  But Jesus loved him first.  Zunduka's name means chosen. And it's so very fitting. Not only was he chosen by us...but he was chosen by God.  Zunduka loves Jesus...too.


Taizi.  Oh...Taizi.

We have made so much progress with Taizi and yet we know there is a ceiling. Actually...we've raised the ceiling according to many professional's opinions.

He walks. He eats. He can even eat a bowl of oatmeal...on his own...with a spoon.  Yes.  And he knows 2 signs. Milk. Food.  The problem is there is definitely a disconnect in his brain.  He doesn't really know what they mean so he's not really communicating.  He knows when he does them, he gets something in his mouth.  So often he does 'food' 'milk' 'food' and gets food. And with 'milk' he does it almost all day long. When he's in the bath, he's signing 'milk' over and over and over. When he gets his cup of milk and goes to play, he's signing 'milk' his entire way.  He signs it hundreds of times a day.  When he's definitely not thirsty.  We have introduced the sign 'all done'. :) We don't know how we will fully teach him that but it's a process. And we have a lifetime to get there.

And when friends come in the door, he seems to know no difference between us and them. He wouldn't bat an eye to be taken home with anyone.

The truly one way.  The "...too" will unlikely be this side of Heaven.

Tonight...while we were watching a game with friends, Izrael (2.5y) went to Taizi, took his hands, and started dancing. I quickly grabbed the camera and got this photo.


Izrael Promise.  I hear many times a day "I like you Mommy. I need you. Will you hug me?"  All saying the same thing: "...too"

Little Nazara Journey. No words. None necessary.  It's visible: "...too"



I think that little word says volumes.

Too...because it's a response.

Too...because if you didn't love me...I'd never know what it was like to love you.


Today, singing one of my favorite songs...I got a lump in my throat...

You were reaching through the storm
Walking on the water
Even when I could not see
In the middle of it all
When I thought You were a thousand miles away
Not for a moment did You forsake me
Not for a moment did You forsake me

After all You are constant
After all You are only good
After all You are sovereign
Not for a moment will You forsake me

You were singing in the dark
Whispering Your promise
Even when I could not hear
I was held in Your arms
Carried for a thousand miles to show
Not for a moment did You forsake me


And every step every breath You are there
Every tear every cry every prayer
In my heart at my worst
When my world falls down
Not for a moment will You forsake me
Even in the dark
Even when it's hard
You will never leave me
After all

You were singing in the dark...whispering your promise...even when I could not hear...

And my mind went to Taizi.  Literally and figuratively.  He cannot I whispering my promise to Him as Jesus has to me?  Right now...I am loving him.  The '...too' is not there.  And may never be there in this lifetime...but someday.  Someday those ears will hear. That tongue will speak.  Someday...there will be a "...too".  

As a parent, so much of what we do is easier...because we know the '...too' is coming.  Someday they will respond to our love.  Some day...she will smile back at me. Some day...he will reach out his arms to come to me. Some day...she will hug me back.  Some day...he will say: "I love you...too."

We have all had those moments. Those pause-in-the-doorway moments. "Did she really just do that...?" "Did he really just say that...?" "Am I dreaming...?" We can all relate to the emotions of that long awaited moment.  It's not easy knowing that moment may never come with Taizi.  Yes sometimes he smiles with he will with you. Yes he will stroke my neck when I pick him he would with you.  Yes he will almost dance when I give him his he would...with you.  It's not personal. It's just...not.  

I think we are wired...for the "...too".  It's easy to return.  But to give and give and give without the "too"...takes something far bigger than me.  It takes an eternal focus...where there will be response. There will be reward.  There will be '...too'. 

You were singing in the dark...whispering your promise...even when I could not hear...

Jesus loved us...when there was no "...too".  And He still does. When we doubt His presence.  When we question His plan.  When we can no longer hear His voice.  There's nothing coming back from us. And yet...He loves us.  


Today as our friends were here...Zihao came up to me at 3 random times and said:
me: "yah Zihao?"
 Zihao: "I love you...too.".  
And my heart smiled.  I hadn't said anything to him.  But now it's just how he says it. And it's oh-so-very-fitting. 
 Because, little Zihao...I loved you first.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Janice! What a heart breaker! I love what God is doing in your life and the lives of your precious children. He certainly hand picked you as a mother to those darling lambs! Don't ever get used to God's dealings. Every day is a new wonder. I am so thrilled for you!!