This past weekend, Mariner Drama, the high school drama company I am blessed to direct, presented Peter Pan and Wendy, an adaptation of J.M. Barrie's beloved story of Neverland and the "boy who could fly." It remains one of my favorite stories, filled with fairies, pirates, Hook, the Darling boys, Wendy, and the Lost Boys. At the end of the story, Wendy and her brother, John and Michael, return back to their nursery where a worried mother and father have been hoping and praying for their return. Unknown to Mr. and Mrs. Darling, the parents, Wendy, John, and Michael have not returned alone. Bounding through door with unrelenting energy come the Lost Boys. These orphans of Neverland desire more than a battle with a pirate or running through the jungles of Neverland to have a home. While quick, and probably unnoticed by most, there is a beautiful moment, where Mr. Darling, once concerned about order and his finances and his authority in his home, let's it all go. As he peers into the eyes of his wife, his own three children, and the eyes of the Lost Boys, his heart is moved, and he invites this large group of unkempt and wily children to live at his house, to become a part of the Darling family. Upon welcoming this large group of kids, who NEVER knew the comfort and love of a home, the Lost Boys react with this joy and celebration for they have found what they have longed for...a loving family and a...home. My thoughts drifted out of that theater and across the many miles that separate Amber and I from a certain orphanage in Eastern China. And I couldn't help but think of our own "Lost Boy." Oh the adventures we will take him on someday. They will beat anything Neverland ever offered. But more than adventures and memories, our "lost boy" will find what I hope he has been longing for...a loving family and a home to call his own. During Thanksgiving, and I am SURE during the holiday season, Amber had a hard time picturing our future son in an orphanage and not celebrating the holidays with us. We would love Peter Pan or a fairy to speed time and the process up, to have a bit of magic pixie dust whisk us away to that orphanage window, so we can rescue our Lost Boy. Our magic pixie dust are our prayers and YOUR prayers for wisdom, patience, and God's guidance through this whole process. Stress and worry often come, like a band of pirates, to rob of us comfort and joy within this whole adoption process. So we call upon your prayers to lift us up. And that future "Gotcha Day"...well...images and dreams of that day are our "happy thoughts". Knowing God has a plan and that plan will be a new family, those are the happy thoughts that help us FLY! So be patient, my little Lost Boy, our door remains open to our home and hearts...
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