My three oldest children were born of my womb. My youngest was born of my heart. Our family has been forever enhanced by adoption. Unlike pregnancy and labor, adoption brings it’s own stretch marks and pains: Making the decision to adopt. Waiting for a birth mother to choose us. Balancing a new baby with homeschooling, diabetes, and an established family. Is all the work worth it?
Adoption has brought new lingo into my life: case-worker, home visits, birth mother, court dates. Adoption has stretched my heart to love a child that biologicially looks nothing like me. Adoption has opened my mind to witness the unrelenting voice of God and acknowledge that our lives would not be complete until this little man was a part of our family.
Now I can see a little more of the ‘big picture’. When Jesus teaches about love, we know that he means to love our neighbors as well as our enemies. He also meant that we should open the safe doors of our hearts and homes to welcome strangers; people who enter our lives from unlikely circumstances and never leave our hearts. From the moment I held him in the hospital that very first time much has changed, but God’s plan for me and my son remains steadfast: unconditional love.