It
has happened a handful of times.
Always,
we are sitting in the same places.
My
little girl in her car seat chatting.
Me
driving alone in the front seat.
She
asks the same question, “Where is my real mama?”
You
read books. You listen to social workers
well before this cherished little soul owns a place in your heart and you
understand that this question might come.
No
reading, no praying, no discussion gets you ready.
The
social worker will also put the added spin to “not be shocked, or surprised or
disappointed.” When I get that mastered,
I will let them know.
It
is the most natural of questions. We
have told her of her country, her orphanage, her nannies. We have told her of her journey. We have told her of ours. We have told her on the day that our paths
intersected our hearts split open and heaven glued them back together.
The
question begs something that we all want.
We
all want to belong.
The first-year
Psych student learns after food and water, after knowing we are safe and
sheltered, our greatest need is to belong.
I
believe with my whole heart the enemy uses the deception of isolation trying to
contradict the amazing truth that we are grafted in to the greatest
family. If he can steal that, he can
steal joy, and hope and grace.
We
hunger to belong.
My
little girl fiercely loves us; yet she knows part of her belongs to another
country and a precious woman that sacrificed more than I will ever understand.
I
honor that woman when I tell my little girl about her birth mama. We
honor God when we remember we belong to Him. The
devil will tell us we are alone, yet we are always, uncannily within the
eyesight of the Divine.
Our
tears moisten His cheeks.
Our
sadness dampens His heart.
Our
loneliness grieves Him.
Our
joy warms His day.
Our
love is felt in heaven.
Our
weakness sends angels.
We
belong because He created.
We
are loved because He is love.
We
are forgiven because he sacrificed.
We
are adopted because a Father, never-ever forgets His child.
God decided in advance to adopt us into
his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he
wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure. Ephesians 1:5
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