He’s more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
as close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
someday she’ll trust Him and learn how to see Him
someday He’ll call her and she will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she’ll pray
i want to fall in love with You
sitting silent wearing sunday best
the sermon echoes through the walls
a great salvation through it calls to the people
who stare into nowhere, and can’t feel the chains on their souls
This morning at church, a friend looked at Cate and said, “I know it’s not possible, but Cate looks like you guys.”
This wasn’t the first time someone has told me this. Sometimes I say, “Yeah, I think it’s the dark hair, makes it look like she goes with me.”
And sometimes I say, “Yeah, it’s one of the many ways I know she’s meant to be with us.”
I’m glad I chose the second response today. It’s true.
God orchestrated this adoption. I should be surprised he knew what he was doing. He’s the creator of the world, and he adopts me and other imperfect beings into his family every day. He created me. He created Greg. He created Cate’s birth mother in a way that gave her strength not to terminate her pregnancy. And he created Cate. He gave us hearts open to adoption. And he strung together all the circumstances leading up to us meeting Cate’s birth mother and in turn meeting Cate.
We loved her before we met her. And we feel in love again when we first touched her tiny fingers.
She does belong with us.
We really shouldn’t be surprised she looks like she belongs. And we know it is about more than her dark hair.
… it seems too easy to call You “Savior”
not close enough to call You “God”
so as i sit and think of words i can mention
to show my devotion
i want to fall in love with You …
(Jars of Clay song)