… a beautiful baby boy was born.
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you…” Jeremiah 1:5 (ESV)
That very same week, we began to pray for the baby boy that God would give to us to adopt.
I prayed for him before I knew him, before I’d laid eyes on those big brown eyes, before I’d held those big round thighs, before I’d rubbed that tense, strong back, before I’d heard that laugh that could bring a smile to the weariest mother’s face.
That child who was borne halfway around the world in a nation and culture so different than my own was chosen by a great, big, good God to be my very own “little man.”
Now as I look into those same big brown eyes and hear that same big infectious laugh, those chubby thighs and rigid back may be gone, but I continue to pray for that precious child who has grown into manhood before my very eyes.
And I will continue to pray faithfully for this beloved son until my dying day … because he is worth it.
I pray with thanksgiving to a God who places orphans into families and who placed this one in mine.
I pray with thanksgiving for his first mother who carried him in her womb and who gave us a gift in this beautiful boy.
I pray with thanksgiving for the workers in the Russian hospital and baby home who cared for this baby boy for his first six months of life.
I pray with thanksgiving for the Future adoption agency who worked tirelessly to bring him home and all those fellow “Future” families who cheered us on.
Yet, I also pray with humble tears for the millions of other orphans still in need of families.
I pray for the Lord’s blessing upon that first mother we hope to meet in Heaven and on all of the many people who cared for this baby boy and helped make his adoption possible.
I smile and say, “Thank you, Father, for the gift of this special child.”
He brings excitement into life’s daily drudgery that would otherwise drowned me in the mundane.
He memorizes movie lines and song lyrics so effortlessly, reciting actors’ names from movies I’ve long ago forgotten.
He rattles off sports statistics and Cardinals players biographies with fascination and ease.
He draws a crowd with his engaging wit, quick smile and expressive story telling.
What does God have in store for this young man’s future?
Only He knows, but whatever it is, I’m thankful to be a part of it.
Happy Birthday, son. I’m glad you’re mine. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Love
TWIG
By the way, if you’d like to give my little big man a birthday gift, how about checking out his YouTube channel? Maybe watch a few zany skits? Maybe become a subscriber even? It really would make his day!
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