Psalm 143:5 I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done.
As I drove my son, Juan David, to his Elevate group at church last night, I heard this song on the radio. He didn't know it, but it reminded me so vividly of the intense emotional, spiritual and psychological struggle to bring him here. I silently thanked God for the strength He gave me so we didn't give up too soon.
Here are the lyrics to that song. Listen: http://youtube/9ylnx0NA9X4
I pulled up to the front of the church to drop him off, and watching him walk up to those doors choked me up all over again. It does every time because I know how easily we could have given up or decided to not put ourselves through the heartache to try again. Yet there he is, confidently walking through those church doors, enthusiastically greeted by friends that love and enjoy his presence.
I drove back home alone, fighting back tears, when God reminded me with yet another song that I clung to during that journey. The journey where I heard so many voices telling me we'd never bring that boy home, yet I clung to a different voice. The voice of truth.
Here are those lyrics. Listen: http://youtube/KwsvqVmFV6Y
I come home choked up every time I take that boy to Elevate at church, but I am choked up with tears of joy and gratitude. It was a fight worth fighting.
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.