From the time they were just days old, strangers have told us how much Cate looks like me or Ben resembles my husband’s family. Sometimes we grin and nod. Other times we let them in our story: They are both adopted.
We aren’t related to our children by blood, but they were meant for our family. We’re a family bonded by God’s faithfulness. “Adopted” is a word that has been in my kids’ vocabulary since they started talking – and they both have spoken many, many words. We want them to know their stories – which, admittedly, I embrace as my own stories because their adoption processes were the most faith-building seasons of my life.
At the beginning of May each of the past six years, Cate’s birthmom’s parents have sent her a birthday card with a contribution for her college savings account. This is the first year she really asked questions. It’s not the first year she heard she grew in another woman’s belly because Momma couldn’t have a baby. That’s the basic story that doesn’t capture how an 18-year-old girl was an answer to prayers I cried out to God or how she considered Greg and I the answer to her own prayers.
And while you’re over there, be sure to enter the giveaway for “You Were Always on My Heart” by Mary Beth and Steven Curtis Chapman. Kelcie introduced me to the book when she and I emailed about this guest post a couple weeks ago, and then … I won my own copy from Jen at The Simple Pen! I’m looking forward to sharing this book with my kids. What a fun reminder that God really is in the details!}
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