Their finger prints are everywhere. Their little feet touching my hardwoods and moving themselves at a slow pace up and down our home. Falling and having someone come to their rescue and help them up just like the Lord used them to help me up. Their smiles a constant reminder of how much the Lord loves me.
These two are a healing of my heart. When the Lord took William out of our life He knew these two would need me, would need us, but I did not. The peeling away of a new life is painful but now their little shadows take up residence down the hall from my room. They have brought with them a love so deep and so true that I can hardly have enough of them. The healing of my heart tied so closely with their presence. The Father's love so freely given to me through them. The healing of losing a baby and getting to love again. Getting to love these precious girls is a gift. Adoption is a road less traveled yet there are so many babies that need a home and there are so many who need the love of a baby.Yet they refuse... refuse to open their home, their wallet, their life...I'm just being honest. They refuse to travel out of their comfort zone.
So they go on believing that someday a baby will appear or when things get better financially or when they get a bigger house when......when.......never. They listen to the world whisper in their ear that adoption is too hard and the bills too high. They listen to relatives who tell them it will never work. They keep their ears
tuned to the deafening sound of the noise that the world loves to throw out there....they keep telling Him to wait.
Adoption has changed our lives that's for sure but without first giving up the life of a precious son named William I could not experience the love and gentleness of Josie and Ellie. I had to do hard things with the Lord first. We had to go against the world and all the lies and let God guide us through the maze.
Adoption is hard. The road is long but it is do-able. So many have bought the lie that everything should come to us easily and without much effort and that's simply not the truth. Pregnancy is filled with hard days, long nights, and a certain dying of self..Adoption is not much different.
Who are you missing at your table?
I'm so thankful that these two are sitting at my table sharing my food,
sharing my home, and I'm sharing with them the love and mercy of a Father...
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