I love seeing this picture of our family’s feet. It reminds my of the pitter-pattering I so longed for in years past. Late last night I finished the book ADOPTED FOR LIFE by Russell D. Moore. What I read is quite possibly one of the most impacting and compelling books on the case for adoption. I would highly recommend this book for all adoptive parents, all adoptees (teens and above), extended family members of those who have adopted, those contemplating adoption, and any person who knows they’ve been adopted into the family of God. You’ll find truth for your soul and a challenge to answer how you might obey God’s command to care for the orphans.
Russell Moore concludes his book with a few pages that begin like this:
“I’m waiting for the sound of footsteps. It’s quite early here; the house is still and dark.” He proceeds to share about how he is waiting for the sounds of his children’s footsteps as they race downstairs to celebrate one of his sons birthdays. He tells about how seven years ago his son was born, but no birth announcement was sent out, no flowers were given to his wife, no cardboard storks were on his front lawn. He didn’t hear his son’s first cries. His son’s birth went as unnoticed as any other foreign baby’s birth on the other side of the globe.
In the busyness of life I missed writing a post that I’ve longed to write for 5 years now. A post about celebrating my very first Mother’s Day. If you’ve read my blog for a while now you might remember these posts from the last two years.
You see, just like Russell Moore was completely unaware of his son’s birth while he and his wife were struggling with infertility and miscarriages; I also was unaware that there were two children in Ethiopia who were experiencing their first year with no mother in 2007. While I complained about not having “children of my own,” God was orchestrating a plan to bring two precious children into our lives. While I grieved and whined out prayers to God, unaware that He had already sovereignly answered, He was shaping a heart in me to not just be a biological mother, but a spiritual mother. I’m growing even more now to understand who a mother really is, and that being a mother is so much more then biological DNA.
To Fikadu and Tigist, you are the children I delight in. You are my 2 favorite children in the entire world! You bring me much joy and help me see a deeper view of our heavenly Father’s love. My most earnest prayer is that not only will you know the joy of being adopted on earth but that you will experience the adoption into our heavenly Father’s family. For like you, I was once an orphan, a cosmic one, with no hope of finding an eternal home. But today I can rejoice to know that I am a beloved daughter of God! I can hear you playing together upstairs, it delights my heart, I long for the day when we can share more fully about the glorious design of God in making us a family. Thank you for making motherhood such a joy!
I love how Russell Moore concludes his book, “Maybe there are abandoned children languishing right now in cribs somewhere who will be blowing out birthday candles with their new families this time next year because of your witness, your money, or your encouragement. Maybe they’ll be yours. I don’t know. Like I say, I don’t know you. But maybe you’re waiting for the sound of footsteps too.”
Thank you to the many of you who prayed, encouraged, and financially supported us in our adoption so that today I can cherish the sounds of footsteps too.