I got back from my trip to Florida on Saturday, and Sunday morning, we went to church.
Sania sat between Cy and I. We had a wonderful time of worship and listened to a great sermon.
At the end of the service, we stood to sing the last song. As soon as the band began to play, Sania gasped and looked up at me.
They were playing “her song.”
The song that was released and became popular over 4 years ago when we were beginning our adoption process.
The song that she had never heard in the orphanage in Latvia.
The song that she didn’t know the words to when she finally came home with us forever because it was in English, not Latvian.
(The first time we met in the Atlanta airport 4 years ago.)
But it was the song that gave Cy and I hope as we fought to bring her home to us. So many of the words of that song spoke directly to us during her adoption.
So on Sunday, as the band began to play her song, louder and stronger, she began to smile and rock back and forth to the rhythm, singing the words out loud and off key, “I’m no longer a slave to fear, I am a child of God.”
She loves that song!
I held her left hand, and Cy held her right hand, and we sang together, “You split the seas so I could walk right through them! You drowned my fears in perfect love!”
The Lord split the Atlantic Ocean wide open and provided a way for us to find Sania in Latvia, and for her to find us in America.
He drowned her fears of being alone in His perfect love.
Even though Sania was smiling and singing with all of her heart, I knew what was about to come. I knew things were about to change. They always do when we hear this song.
And as we continued to sing, I noticed that Sania’s head began to look down to the floor. Her long black hair draped over her face like a curtain, and then I saw them…
Tear drops creating tiny little puddles on the concrete floor.
(I snapped this picture of her sweet tears on the floor as we were leaving church.)
My sweet girl was crying. Overcome with emotions.
This same little girl who never cried or showed any emotion the first year we brought her home, now cannot hold her tears in when she hears “her song.”
And I can’t either.
As I stood there and held her sweet hand and watched those tears hit the floor, my heart felt like it was going to explode with gratitude to God. Not a day goes by that I am not just completely amazed at how God brought her into our lives, and how perfectly she was always meant to be ours.
(My “image bearing WARRIOR daughter.”)
I’ve asked Sania many times why she cries when she hears her song, and she always replies with, “It makes me feel so loved.”
And in my heart, I always think, “me too.”
What I wouldn’t give for the whole world to know this kind of love! The kind of love that only God can give. The love that KNOWS us, RESCUES us, CHANGES us, and FULFILLS us.
This is my prayer.
Of course, I can’t end this post without sharing “Sania’s song.”