12 years ago today, the adoption for my brother, Moises, was official in the United States. To say that we have been truly blessed is an understatement. But, let me back up an tell you the story…
When I was a senior in high school (way back when), we had some friends in Tyler who worked for a small church just outside of town. Every year this church took a group of people on a mission trip to Mexico during the summer. For several years they had been asking us to go but it just never worked out. Finally, the day after I graduated high school, we were able to go.
We set up camp at a church in Laredo and were told we would go over to Nuevo Laredo, Mexico over the course of the week as well as running a VBS at the church in Laredo. The first full day in Laredo, the leader of the trip and the pastor of the church in Mexico asked my father, who is a doctor, to join them in Nuevo Laredo that day to take a look at some of the sick children in the orphanage.
When my father came back to where we were staying, he told my mom about this one baby (about seven months old) who was very ill. He was having trouble breathing, among other issues. He was puffed up on steroids (they are over thecounter in Mexico) in the orphanage’s attempt to help get him well. From all the things going on, my father thought it was possible that the baby had some heart issues on top of everything else (which thankfully turn out not to be the case). My mother, who had yet to visit the orphanage, knew immediately that God had set this child aside for our family. She told my father, “I want him”.
Now, you need to understand that not only did this baby have major health issues and was in an orphanage in Mexico, but my parents were already in their mid-forties. They had one child who was off in the world somewhere in his mid-twenties, one who had just graduated high school (me) and one who would begin her freshman year that fall. They were almost done…almost to the place they would have an empty nest and be able to do whatever they wanted. But God had other plans and, praise the Lord, my parents were willing to listen!
The first step to getting Moises was to get a medical visa and get him treated in the US immediately. That proved a lot harder than originally thought. Over the course of a couple of months, my parents worked hard, traveling back and forth to Mexico, to get Moises here on a medical visa. I remember the day they were coming home from another trip to Mexico. They called us and said to meet them outside. When they got out of the car, they had Moises in their arms! We were all so happy and everyone was crying!
The next year and a half were a real struggle. Mexico did not want to grant my parents the adoption and there was even a struggle in the States. My parents were able to track down Moises biological mother and get signed consent for my parents to adopt him. Finally, after a lot of prayers, tears and struggles, Moises was legally adopted in the United States of America on November 12, 1998.
I can’t imagine our lives without Moi. He has always had a very big personality. He’s the comedian in the family and makes us all laugh. He is great at imitations and is an old soul. He’s been so much a part of our lives, almost since the beginning of his, that I cannot begin to imagine him not ever having been here.
Next month, Moises turns 14….14!!! It’s amazing how time has just flown by. He is turning into a great young man and I am more than proud to call him my brother!!