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I sat watching my husband hold our new son. A baby born to another woman. All these months, I feared that I couldn’t love this baby boy that we were adopting in the same way that I loved our natural born daughters. I was wrong. Love transcends the womb. Our hearts longed for this child. We didn’t know how much until we saw him laying naked, waiting to be loved by our family.
As I sat adoring this perfect little being, I saw his biological mother walking out of her hospital room door. She was leaving early. She walked toward the exit without looking our direction. My heart couldn’t bare to watch her go without making sure she was okay. I went to her, and I held her. What words do you say in this moment? The only words that seemed to make sense also seemed to be too small for a moment this life changing. “Thank you,” I whispered.
My joy and her sorrow. My faith and her broken heart. I was tempted to feel guilty about this, but then I realized, with God’s help, that he provided us for each other. Having children was no longer safe for me, and she was making the best choice she knew to make.
It’s a little bit like lemonade. You need the bitter and the sweet to make it something special. Together we have created something special for a little boy who has only known love.
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