To be (un)adopted means that I am lonely, even in an orphanage filled with children. To be (un)adopted means I have no future, even though I am pretty sure I will get out of bed tomorrow, next week, or next month. To be (un)adopted means I am left behind, as I see dozens of families coming to get the other children. Does my life matter to anyone? (an excerpt taken from Lifelines website today. PLEASE click on the link and read the rest.)
This very thought was made even more real to me today as Lia and I were driving and passed an apartment complex which obviously reminded her of her orphanage in China. She pointed and excitedly said, "My friend!" She was insistent that her friend was there. She told me that her friend "went bye bye." When I asked if she went with her mommy and daddy, thinking that maybe she had been adopted, she said, "No mommy daddy." Tears stung my eyes as I saw the hurt in hers. I felt so priveleged that God had given us the opportunity to give her a gift that countless children all over the world will never know.
|He is an amazingly brilliant AND loving doctor! Love this photo!|
...he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ,
in accordance with his pleasure and will—Ephesians 1:5
|One last pose before my camera got broken.|
This is what happens when sisters play!