We got a call from our social worker wanting to now if we had our adoption portfolio finished. There was a little baby boy needing a home. . .
God was beginning to show us the answer to the question we had had for so long:
How Will God Send You?
Will you be our own flesh and blood,
A blending of Mark and me,
A tangible result of our love?
Will you be a sacrifice of love,
Tearfully given by the one who
Conceived you, carried you, and delivered you,
Only to give you to us,
The ones chosen to raise her child?
Will you be matched to us
By an oh-so-far-away agency,
Trying to create families,
Making the careful matches,
Holding others’ happiness in their hands?
Does it even matter how you come?
You will be ours regardless
Of how you arrive.
You will be the answer to so many prayers,
The product of years of waiting and believing,
God’s gift to us.