A chill is in the air here in Virginia. I find myself invigorated just thinking of ways that I can make Christmas meaningful this year. Once again my heart has wandered back to December 1993 and December 2002. Yes, those years are written in red in my heart for those were the times that I adopted my precious daughters.
Today when I look at that treasured pink baby blanket though faded with time I can still see the cutest six month old baby girl with her big brown eyes.
I traveled with love and a suitcase of little clothes. I came home with Love and a heart full of wonder and joy. My life was forever changed.
But there were children that I left behind. Precious little ones that I could not take with me. My heart still feels that pain.
Once again in 2002 I flew halfway around the world and met my tiny little Jenny. She was two years old but very small. I held her in my arms and sipped tea with her. Sang her “Jesus Loves Me” and whispered words of love.
With joy and gratitude I brought her home.
But there were children that remained behind. Yes, behind the door of the orphanage precious little ones remained waiting. Waiting for their forever family.
I honestly believe that God chose to place my children in my care. He gave us a family that loves and laughs and sings.
But we do not forget those who wait.
Christmas is the time when we not only celebrate my daughters’ adoption but also support families who are in the process of adopting, and orphans around the world.
Christmas is when Love reached down with an extravagant Love. Let’s reach out and touch our world with that same love.
Yes, children still wait.
May your Christmas shine with beauty as you give your love away.