Two women, that I will never know, who suffered. One who has now died, one alive. Carried babies, birthed, felt that pain, looked down on the sweet faces, heard the squalling cries, held the babe, held that perfection.
Did they allow those tiny fists to wrap around their finger for even a second, or did they know that in letting that happen, they would wrap themselves around their soul. I don’t know why, but they said no. The babes were refused. I don’t know why for me it was easy, my life set up to give the care and love to my son when he was born, but not for these women who are now in my heart.
The babies, through their rejection, I know have hurt, but Andrew and I will chose to let love flow freely, despite. I will take their sweet bodies into my arms, and they will be our own. Everything those women wanted to give them, we will humbly, by grace. We will, because once an earth-orphan walked the dusty roads, and said that pure religion is to care for little ones such as these. So by grace we will carry them, with joy I cannot contain. Except to say, thank you.
Yesterday, we got that email we had been waiting for. A court date. We will leave in 3 weeks to meet before a judge and our two officially have our last name, they will officially members of a family.
We. Can’t. Wait. Please pray it all goes smoothly!
Thank you, it’s a good day.