The last day (can you hear my sad voice?).
Leti got Abram dressed for the day.
I was actually not nearly as sad leaving the airport as I was the day after she left. All day Tuesday I felt like there was a gaping hole in my heart. Someone was missing from our lives.
When we started our adoption journey two years ago, there is no way in a million years we could have ever thought that when Abram is 17 months old his birth aunt would come visit us and she would become such a part of us. It's crazy. It is SO CRAZY. And beautiful. And something only the God of the Universe - through Jesus Christ - could do.
No eye has seen,
no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived
what God has prepared for those who love him. (1 Corinthians 2:9)
To God be the glory!
I think the story He is writing in our lives is not so much about adoption as it is about trusting God. Trusting that God knows what it best for our lives. And he isn't afraid to use pain and turmoil to accomplish His purposes. We live in a fallen world. In the midst of our sinful humanity, God loves to redeem the broken pieces of our lives.
The journey of infertility was aweful. Adoption is risky and was scary at times and it costs a lot of money. I remember when Amber chose us and we received the paperwork to accept. At that time, she did not want an open adoption. I was so disappointed. I knew that having an open relationship with Abram's birth family would be so good for him. But, we went out on a limb and trusted God. Wow, to think of all that He has done.
Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders you have done.
The things you planned for us no one can recount to you;
were I to speak and tell of them, they would be too many to declare.
Psalm 40:5
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
Ephesians 3:20-21
Ephesians 3:20-21
Jesus, you are the Redeemer. Thank you for doing more than we could have ever asked or imagined.
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