Today I watched my boys have their last lesson with their Gymanstics Coach. He is moving and we are so sad to see him go. The boys have progressed so much under his coaching. He believed in them, encouraged them and helped them hone in on their skills. One of the most beautiful things about this for me was that he is Russian. I know that it sounds strange, but I believe that in some way God used this to bring healing to my heart. Anyone who knows our story knows that we were treated cruelly by the Russian court system. And our boys, well, let's just say that they were not treated as the valuable treasures that they are by those who should have cared for them. So, I think that God knew that in my heart I still had unresolved trauma and frustration with Russia. Coach Andrei was a gift, not only to my boys, but to me. I know it sounds so strange, but watching him treat my boys with dignity and respect and watching him enjoy the boys, smile at them, laugh with them and believe in them, brought healing to me. God used this one Russian man to bring some healing back to them (and me). Doesn't God work that way!
Here is a picture of the boys when we were visiting with them in the orphanage.
They were 24 months old in this picture.
They had that 10,000 yard stare....
And here is a picture of them with Coach Andrei.
It takes my breath away to see the then and now pictures. Such beautiful healing that God has given to their hearts and bodies. Their smiles light up my every day!
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