I belong to you
My little Jo is thriving!
He belongs here.
Nothing can take him from our
love. He belongs...
My soul still weeps for his mom in Africa because he has no hungry here, or broken hearts, or dreams.I know her love for him would have fixed all of that in Africa if she could of. Well, she did fix it for him. She gave him to me.
And forever this truth remains
That he belongs..
Color is not important.
His skin is the back drop of the most beautiful love that I have ever experienced.
Jo's love. His kisses and hugs. His laugh. His eyes.
Forever the truth remains that Jo belongs to me and I to him.
Jo doesn't seem to mind that I'm White.
I'm Jo's mom and all of his love and all of his days are spent with me. For that I live a grateful life.I belong...to him
Adoption is seeing people through God's eyes.
Don't miss it.!
As Christians we say we're against abortion yet so many Christians won't adopt.
Our stance is we don't believe in abortions and we'll stand in the gap for these little ones.
The mom of our girls is a brave 21 year old and on her reason why she wanted to adopt she simply said "I didn't want to have an abortion." I don't know all the reasons why and I don't have to know, We just need to be ready to stand next to her and her babies and love.....
Can your family do the same?
"I understand that you couldn't make room -
that there wasn't a place,
I was not of your womb.
That my age was all wrong,
and my history belonged,
to a place and a people you know have all gone.
I see in your eyes that my life was a chore,
that my needs were too big,
my emotions to raw.
That you were afraid I might never leave home,
or I might find anger and by failure be known.
That my heart was too broken
my mind was too slow,
That the drugs in my system
defined me, you know.
And maybe, just maybe,
I wouldn't love you -
for my mind was too battered
too deep were the wounds.
But I wish you had tried,
I wish you had found room,
For this one tiny boy who
so achingly stood
and looked in the windows and watched
as you prayed,
and asked the Lord Jesus
to move you each day.
To bring out the family
that He had prepared
but none came forward
as I stood lonely there.
I understand - that man would say
my childhood has slipped away.
I have a father, this is true,
I know the same strong God as you.
But I wish that I had, had a mom,
a brother, a sister, a dog, some lawn.
That you had tried to reach me there
not left me to my own despair.
To people who were paid to feed,
and paid to wash and paid to read.
To those who didn't stay too long
and those who chose to teach me wrong.
that you had found a way
to wedge me in and let me stay."