It was a great day. It was a long day. It was a fulfilling day.
First, we took little Jaydn back to the Doctor to get her TB test read. She was all good on that. But the first thing the doc said when he looked at her was, "This girl is sick". Well, we already knew that and were hoping that he would be able to give us a prescription for her before we left. Everyone kept saying, "oh, she just has a cough. Everyone in the orphanage has a cough." But look, I've had my share of sickness...and I know what the difference is between having a cough and being sick. The conclusion was that she has a bad sinus infection and he prescribed Penicillin and some other medicine that helps with the congestion. Jaydn did VERY well though. She cried when we first came into the office, but when the doctor realized he wouldn't be able to do anything with her if she was crying, he just went back outside with us and did his exam outside of his office. He was great! He made her feel comfortable. It was nice.
Then, we went to the taxi park where Jaydn was left when she was 5 months old. If you have been keeping up with the blog, you know the story. If not, you can read it HERE.
It was a lot bigger than I thought. Think of it like a market place...with a big parking lot for taxi's. We stopped and Dora, our Ugandan 'social worker', started trying to find the lady that Jaydn's mother left her with. She walked away, leaving us in the car and then about 5 minutes later, came back. WE WERE SHOCKED! Although Dora could not locate the woman who took care of Jaydn when her mother left her, she came back with something else. A mob of people. They were all following her. JAYDN WAS FAMOUS. All of these people knew about her and even helped the woman we were looking for while she had Jaydn. They all came to the car because they didn't believe that we had her with us. It was beautiful and scary at the same time. This mob, took Jaydn and they all start speaking in a language we do not know, but you could tell by their faces, they were soooooo happy to see that she was well. Dora gave one of the ladies her phone number and told her if the woman we were looking for ever came back to this taxi park, to call Dora and she would come and take a picture of her...or, if we are still here, we will go meet her. We want to say "thank you" for caring for our daughter. "Thank you" for keeping her safe. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!"
When it was time to go, they gave back Jaydn and said something to us in Lugandan. Dora turned to us and said that they said, "We give this child to you. Now go." It was powerful. More powerful than any words I could type to describe it.
We jumped in the car and drove down the street to what looked like a shack. It was the police station for that area. Apparently, the building was burned to the ground last year when a riot broke out. So they built a shack in its place. Anyway, we walk in with all eyes on us and this little black baby we are holding. It can be quite intimidating at times. You have no idea what they are thinking...much less saying.
We wait about 3 minutes.
Then Dora walks over with a police officer. It turns out that this was the officer that handled Jaydn's case when the lady at the taxi park finally brought her to the station. This was the officer that made sure she was taken care of. This was the officer that brought us one step closer to to our baby. I wanted to hug her, but didn't know if it would be appropriate or not. She told us that she remembered little Jaydn. SHE REMEMBERED HER!! If you don't understand how huge that is...think of it this way: This officer has probably seen HUNDREDS of babies and children that went missing or abandoned in the streets in the 2 years since Jaydn crossed her path. The fact that she remembered this little chubby baby was incredible. JAYDN, AGAIN, WAS FAMOUS. She held her and kissed her. She was very appreciative that we would take time and come to the station and let her know that Jaydn is going to be okay. She is going to be okay.
Whew. The weight of what we experienced today was overwhelming. As I sit here typing this blog, I can't help but think of this incredible story as a whole with tears in my eyes. A story that ONLY God could have orchestrated or composed. A story that involved a little girl, famously written on the heart of God with every fiber of His love therein, entering into this world in some of the worst circumstances. And God moving in the hearts of the people surrounding this little girl, even her biological mother, to weave her story through other peoples stories, for the purpose of her being able to find her 'forever family'. With all it's sadness and darkness, this story suddenly bursts into overflowing joy and love.
This is a story of THE Famous God that we love and serve, allowing the life of a famous little girl from the streets of Uganda to collide with the lives of a family who had a hole in it's heart for a little girl named Jaydn Priscilla.
It's a good story.
It's a really good story.