Brokenness

I am reminded that our adoption, as happy as it may feel to us, is coming out of brokenness of another. The pain that they feel knowing it is probably best for their unborn daughter to have different parents and a different life is a pain that I hope to never experience. The challenges they are seeing in their every day lives and relationships is tough. As I sit and think about them and the future of our family, I have been reminded to pray a lot. This whole concept of taking a child as our own is a daunting task. The way we are adopting (domestic rather than international) gives us the beautiful challenge of adopting the whole birth family when we adopt their daughter. It doesn't mean that they have to call us all the time and come over to our house to hang out, but it does mean that we are accepting the responsibility to mindfully pray for them. We will hopefully have a good relationship with them where our daughter will get to spend time with each of the parents, as well as, her sister and brother.

As things unfold and I gather the pieces of information about this family, my heart truly aches for them. They are trudging through thick, muddy waters and struggle to keep their heads high enough to survive. I desperately hope they chose to connect with us for a lifetime. I do believe deep in my heart that we are to be parents of this sweet girl. I also believe that we are to forever commit to this birth mom, dad, sister, and brother of our little girl. We will commit to loving them, praying for them, and walking through life close by. What an honor it would be to be given that opportunity.

Please pray for our birth family. They need it.
Please pray for us. We need it.