Most little girls dream about their wedding as they grow up. I did that too, but not as often as I dreamed about the day I would meet Alisha, my biological mother. Being the actress I am, I would rehearse what I would say and do. Being the writer that I am, I would write stories in Creative Writing class about it. Being the girl that I am, I would be emotional about it all, at random times. But all of that, is just imagination. No imagination can ever come up with the feelings you get when it becomes a reality and your mother hugs you for the first time in your life.
During the remainder of my stay in Kansas City, Alisha and I made plans over Facebook. I was going to fly into the Dallas/Fort Worth airport on Wednesday, April 20th and stay until Monday the 25th. I only had 19 days from the time I got home from KC until I went to Texas. I busied myself by catching up with friends, switching back to the day schedule, and writing a letter sharing with old friends and family what God had done in my life the last six months. But even with all of that, it would be rare if I didn't have my upcoming trip on my mind.
As the days in April drew longer and came closer to the 20th, I found myself wondering, worrying and questioning. What would Alisha be like? What would we do together? Would she like me?? Would we have enough to talk about for five days? (My friends said, "Katie, it's you. You won't run out of things to say") Would I live up to her expectations?
Finally the day came. I have been on stage hundreds of times, but I have never felt as nervous as I did that whole day, from the time I woke up all the way throughout the plane ride. When I landed I made a pitstop in the restroom, almost too nervous to continue out to the luggage carousel, where I knew she would be waiting for me. I freshened up and continued on my way. I'm surprised I found my way out of the Dallas/Fort Worth airport so easily, especially with all my nerves.
I can't explain my emotions, or desribe what I was thinking when I saw her at the door holding a huge boquet of flowers for me...18 roses to be exact. All I knew was that I had just opened the door to a whole new perspective in my life, and I was so excited.
*Video of our first "reunion" coming soon. Stay posted* :)
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
An Invitation - Part 5
The months went by quickly in Fire in the Night. I look back and still can't believe that it's already over...even now, after being home for 3 months. A 6 month period seems like a long time before it happens, but after it's over, it's just a blink of an eye compared to your whole life that's a head of you. But things seemed to slow down for me mid-February. It seems like that happens a lot when I have something I'm really looking forward to.
I don't remember the exact day, but it was late February. I was having dinner with my fellow Fire in the Night interns (at 1 o'clock AM!) and I received a letter. Usually my friends and family would tell me when they were sending something so I knew to look for it when the mail came in. But this one surprised me, and it was from Alisha. Other than the occasional comment or "like" on Facebook, I hadn't really talked to her since receiving her letter the October before. This is one letter that I was not likely to soon forget.
"I'd like to invite you to come visit me in Texas...How about Easter weekend? The meaning of that weekend with the renewal of life and resurrection would be quite fitting".
Imagining me flipping out in the cafeteria, crazily waving the letter around, proclaiming "I'm gonna meet Alisha!!!" After my excitement, I was speechless. Wow. I was going to meet my birth-mother. I went back to the prayer room that night, sat against the wall in the back and had no idea what to think, or feel. And for Easter! Why, that was only 3 weeks after I got home from Kansas City, and I only had a month left there! Less than TWO MONTHS and I was going to meet her! It was all coming so suddenly. It was a reality, and a reality that would change and shift my whole world, for the better I hoped.
What I loved most, was how God showed Himself through this. He loves showing us how much we mean to Him, and showing us in ways that will speak to us personally. Although it never even crossed my mind to pray for this invitation to Texas, it happened. Whether Alisha herself prayed for direction on what to do, or whether the Holy Spirit gave her the idea to invite me, He knew my heart and my desire. It was just another reminder that God does see, know, and love me.
I don't remember the exact day, but it was late February. I was having dinner with my fellow Fire in the Night interns (at 1 o'clock AM!) and I received a letter. Usually my friends and family would tell me when they were sending something so I knew to look for it when the mail came in. But this one surprised me, and it was from Alisha. Other than the occasional comment or "like" on Facebook, I hadn't really talked to her since receiving her letter the October before. This is one letter that I was not likely to soon forget.
"I'd like to invite you to come visit me in Texas...How about Easter weekend? The meaning of that weekend with the renewal of life and resurrection would be quite fitting".
Imagining me flipping out in the cafeteria, crazily waving the letter around, proclaiming "I'm gonna meet Alisha!!!" After my excitement, I was speechless. Wow. I was going to meet my birth-mother. I went back to the prayer room that night, sat against the wall in the back and had no idea what to think, or feel. And for Easter! Why, that was only 3 weeks after I got home from Kansas City, and I only had a month left there! Less than TWO MONTHS and I was going to meet her! It was all coming so suddenly. It was a reality, and a reality that would change and shift my whole world, for the better I hoped.
What I loved most, was how God showed Himself through this. He loves showing us how much we mean to Him, and showing us in ways that will speak to us personally. Although it never even crossed my mind to pray for this invitation to Texas, it happened. Whether Alisha herself prayed for direction on what to do, or whether the Holy Spirit gave her the idea to invite me, He knew my heart and my desire. It was just another reminder that God does see, know, and love me.
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