I've been a Christian since I was 18, but I think just the past few years I've really, really learned about God and His love. It is true that growth comes from hurt.
When we were first trying to get pregnant, it was so frustrating and I would think that God was angry with me or just trying to spite me, and that's why we weren't concieving. But I slowly learned to see God as our parent, and how He is not trying to hurt me, but cries with our pain and holds us through it.
All this is true, but I think that this adoption journey for me has shown that even more.
This past year some time, I remember being in the worship service at our church, and I was so angry and frustrated that day. Someone must have been praying, and I said to God - 'you have no idea how I feel. You have no idea how much this hurts.' And He said back to me - "Yes, I do. I waited for you. I hurt and cried because you weren't with me. And I know exactly how you feel."
Our son has no idea how much his life sucks right now. He doesn't know there's anything outside the orphanage. He doesn't know what parental love is and what a normal family life is like. As far as he's experienced, life is just sitting in a crib staring out, and there are these big, uncaring people who bring him food a couple times a day and clean him up once in a while. His life is empty and he's longing for love, even though he doesn't know what it is yet.
And my life sucks too. Not compeltely, but I know I want a child. I want to be a mom. And I know my son is somewhere out there waiting for me. He doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to move heaven and earth to get to him. I don't even have any idea where he is, but I'd do anything for him already. I see orphanages on TV and I cry and have to fast-forward or turn it off. I know my son needs me and I need him too.
The same is true with the Christian life. We have no idea how much our lives suck without God. Before I became a Christian, I knew of God, I had a concept of Him, but I didn't really know who He really was. I was trapped in myself, and there was this big, uncaring being who supposedly cared about me. My life was empty, and I had no idea why.
But God fought for me and moved heaven and earth to get to me. Even though I didn't know what was going on, He put people in my life and opportunities in my path so that I would find His family, and experience His love.
Now looking back, I know all the things I was missing out on. And I have them now, because my God - my father - adopted me.
I need Him, and He needs me too.
Last night I was so discouraged, and I told Brent that I didn't even want to go through with it anymore. I would be happy childless. But God didn't give up on me, and I'm not giving up on my baby boy. My son.
I love you, dear boy. I love you and I can't wait to meet you....
Labels: Adoption, God