last week, i sat in the living room with our community and begged for prayer.
“i just have no words. no words at all for this article and i don’t understand and i can’t figure out these damn emotions clawing to the surface and it’s due on friday….”
i was a little beside myself, clearly.
but it didn’t take long for them to look at me and find the Truth. it didn’t take many questions for me to remember that i haven’t properly dealt with a few realizations at what our child will face. it’s a type of mourning, really.
more and more, i’m understanding just how much brokenness there is in adoption.
more and more, i’m understanding just how much brokenness there is when we come to Christ. when He adopts us.
i’ve said it here before, and i’m sure i’ll say it numerous times until we’re placed and i’m holding a baby and probably even then i’ll whisper this so my heart remembers :: there is nothing that paints a clearer picture of what Christ did for me than earthly adoption.
our baby will move mountains. i know this. our baby will possess a faith that will constantly challenge my own. i’m realizing more and more the purpose behind us saying yes so many months ago is not just so an orphan finds a home. it’s for refinement. it’s for His glory. it’s so Hope gets the last word.
and it’s for Jubilee. this is the season of the Eternal One’s grace.