Something about Adoption in the general sense; we think about the kids, their living conditions, any living relatives/siblings, orphanages, i600a, dossier, grants, fees, ... the list goes on...
But I have to reveal something God has placed on my heart in our own journey that maybe, you never thought of [and this brings me to tears thinking about it, let alone finally writing it out].
We have a daughter on the other side of the world that is literally 8 days younger than her adoptive sister, Paige. And a son, 2 months difference from Lena.
One morning on the way to church, this hit me.
At the same time I was carrying our daughter, She was carrying her daughter.
At the time I was doing water aerobics, She was surviving in a war zone.
At the time I was getting an epidural, She birthing 8 days later, an epidural was not available to her even if she wanted it.
At the time we were enjoying the joys of Paige beginning to walk and talk, She was killed in the violence of the Congo war leaving behind a child,
that would become Our Daughter.
At the time I was carrying our daughter, She was carrying her son.
At the time I was buying a new bed , She was likely sleeping on the floor.
At the time I was feeding Lena her birthday cake, She was suffering until death from a preventable illness leaving behind a child,
that would become Our Son.
These Two Women, I pray I meet in heaven. Adoption begins with sadness. As exciting as it can be to have or be working towards bringing a new family member, a child home; God's placing the lonely in families; I have found a bond and a sadness as my heart connects as a mother to these women. Lord how my heart cries out that disease and war would take babies mothers and fathers and leave them abandoned. It is just another reason to long for heaven Lord. Thank you for sending these children to our family so that we can learn compassion in a new way and love those you love. And that we can provide for them a family and hope that you promise for their future. Thank you for their mothers and help us to preserve what we can of them for our children as they grow. It started with her, them, and I am honored to care for their children, our children.
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Stepping out of your comfort zone and into God's hands. Lots of tears, but lots of mobility from hearts to hands. I know why I live in America. God only gives you what you can handle; I AM WEAK. I live where everything is handed to me, I have clean water, I plant flowers because they look pretty [not because I need to eat them]. I was put in this country either because I wouldn't have lasted long elsewhere OR because... God wanted to make sure I would bring glory to His name through advocating for those who can not do for themselves. LIFE. I am more and more becoming to realize it is absolutely NOT about me.
everlasting Your light will shine when all else fades.
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