Grandfather clasped it, his face shining, tracing hers with a gaze that spoke of pure devotion, pure love. It pulled at Kat’s heart, and tears laced her eyes.
What had happened that had forced Grandfather to abandon the woman he so obviously loved in Russia? And what will of God had Grandfather summoned the courage to fulfill?
How had Kat, and her mother, ended up in America? And who was her mother’s biological father?
The questions—and answers—would have to come later, when joy wasn’t gluing the words to her chest, when her heart wasn’t swelling to three times its size watching her grandfather draw the frail woman, Pyotr’s mother—her grandmother!—into his arms and hold her like a soldier returning home from battle.
Magda’s voice emerged, buoyant and betraying the fear, the confidence, the inner war she’d waged for over half a century. “I hoped, from the day you left, that you’d return. And you took care of my hope, just as I knew you would. The day you carried me from the flames, I knew God had a plan for you. I just needed to trust him.”
Grandfather kissed the top of her head, gently, like a man might his beloved bride, then looked at Kat. His eyes brimmed with an unfamiliar radiance. “God has answered so many promises,” he said in English. He tracked his gaze to Vadeem, and smiled. His tone turned fatherly, and this time, his Russian came out perfectly and said all Kat could have hoped. “I think His blessings are just getting started.”
A wave of warmth started in Kat’s toes and crested through her until tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked at Vadeem, who met her gaze.
“Oh yes,” Vadeem said in a whisper that sent a ripple down her spine. “His blessings are just getting started.”
Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD , have never forsaken those who seek you. The words of David’s psalm filled Kat’s mind like a whisper. “Praise the Lord,” Kat said softly. She glanced at Pyotr, who had braced his arm against the sofa, his face a few shades lighter than it had been. “So that makes you… my uncle?”
He might have nodded, but the answer came in the tilted smile and the light twinkling in his eyes. “I knew I liked you. I should have recognized that Klassen spunk.”
Kat looked away, feeling a blush crawl up her face, but Vadeem hooked his finger under her chin. “She’s got spunk all right. She’s my Katoosha. My explosion of delight… Maya Doragaya.”
Then he kissed her, right in front of her grandfather, the kind of kiss that hinted of so many of those blessings he’d mentioned.
But when he released her, Kat noticed that her grandfather wasn’t paying any attention. He had his face buried in Magda’s hair, his shoulder’s shaking, sobbing as he peeled back time and pain to embrace the joy they’d all come to Russia to find.
From Susan K. Downs
Dedication:
To my forever-faithful Heavenly Father—who always keeps his word. Thank you for fulfilling in my life the promises you made in Psalm 109… to forgive, heal, redeem, crown, satisfy, and renew.
Acknowledgements:
The thrill of seeing a new family born through the miracle of international adoption proved reward enough for those long hours of travel flying across the Atlantic… bouncing along unpaved roads… jerking over trans-Siberian rails. Still, I never would have guessed back then I’d see those exhausting Russia journeys as blessings in disguise.
Sincere thanks go to:
Lori Stahl, a special adoptive mother who, during her home-study interview, showed me a mysterious old graveside photo of her ancestors that started me thinking—What if…?
Karen Jordan, Igor Korolev, Tatyana Terekhova, Marina Sokolova and the rest of the team on the Russia side of our adoption work. Though we no longer work together, you’ll always be like family to me.
My Spit-n-Polish partner, Susan May Warren, who shares my love of both Russian and heavenly things. I thank God for converging our paths.
Travis, Curtis, Kevin, Kimberly, and Courtney—whether through birth or adoption, when I became your mother, I knew I’d been blessed!
David, my beloved husband and partner in adventure, I can’t wait to see where life’s road takes us next.
From Susan May Warren
Dedication:
To my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, whose arms are always open. I am so grateful.
Acknowledgements:
Every book has a cast of “human angels” behind the scenes.
Luda and Gene Khakhaleva, Artyom and Vova who befriended us and helped our family negotiate the world of Far East Russia. We love you!
Cindy and Alexi Kalinin, my real life Kat and Vadeem (only better, of course).
Costia Utuzh, our dear friend who spent his last days in Q & A sessions about the FSB and COBRAs. We miss you.
Yvonne Howard, missionary and critiquer extraordinaire. Again, what would I do without you?
Susan Downs, sister in Christ and writing buddy. Who knew a birthday greeting would turn into our wildest dreams?
David, Sarah, Peter and Noah—my team at home who keep me smiling. I’m so thankful for your hugs when I push away from the computer.
And a special thank you to Andrew, my strongest supporter, my hero, and my favorite person in the world. I love you.
Copyright
© 2003 by Susan K. Downs and Susan May Warren
ISBN 978-0-9910114-1-4
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the publisher.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.
Scripture taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. Niv®.. Copyright© 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved.
Scripture quotations marked KJV are taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
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