My precious adopted child, you are beginning to understand. We dreamt and prayed, worked and saved, longing for the day when we would hold you in our arms, and now you are saving quarters and doing special chores filled with the same hope.
We snuggle up in mama’s bed, read the scrapbook entries… again. Those pre-adoption pics, updates where I watched you grow month after weary month, waiting, wondering what I was missing… Bitter, sweet memories. And, then the happy “Gotcha’ Album”. Oh, gloriously happy day!
“Mama, when Josefina comes, maybe she’ll put her hand on my face just like I did when you first held me. And, if she does, I’ll kiss her, just like you kissed me.”
She’s the magic age of 8, the long awaited year of maturity and motherhood for an American Girl Doll. She’s saved her money. She doesn’t have nearly enough. But, I remember that my Daddy helped me to “pay for” my Precious Little One.
Now she’s the one dreaming of a dark haired beauty to care for and dress. I feel a strong connection to my God today because I, like He, know what the future holds. I have a wonderful plan to bless her, and all she has to do is wait for my perfect timing.
She doesn’t know that a special package has arrived today, just as I had no idea of her existence on the glorious day of her birth.
A few days ago I placed an order, and when I reviewed the email receipt the next morning, I was shocked to find I had ordered the wrong doll.
How was this possible? I called the AG company only to discover she was already on her way. So I ordered another with the understanding that I could return the first for a refund.
A few hours later, I received the most heart-sickening news, a friend of mine had died leaving behind a husband and two precious young adopted daughters.
I hadn’t mis-ordered. The Lord had made a pre-order, two dark haired dolls picked out especially for them.
As I am planning an extra special adoption celebration for my daughter, my heart is again reminded of how God longs for our “gotcha day”, the day when, like my sweet friend, we will see Him face to face for the first time. One more spiritual orphan made it “home” to her “forever family”.
Today, as I miss those who have gone before me and ache with dear suffering ones, I am beginning to understand “the Spirit of adoption” again, and I cry out, “Abba, Daddy”, eagerly awaiting our adoption as daughters and sons to be finalized.
I am studying through the book of Romans with my children, and it echoes in my soul: We groan, the whole earth groans, the Spirit translates and, with Christ, intercedes. Oh, dear Comforter, we don’t know what to pray!
“Even so, Lord Jesus, come! Come quickly!”. We need You to hold us; we want to go home. Help us to trust Your timing; it seems so out of sync with ours. Sovereign One, thank You for the glimpse of planning things too wonderful that solidify my quaking faith. It won’t be much longer and we will know what You were up to… And it will be good.