Caroline is sleeping, and I am daydreaming. I am remembering everything I’ve learned about our second daughter. I am staring at her pictures.
Amelia is PERFECT. Beyond perfect. She is everything I selfishly prayed for, then repented of, finally telling God that, ok, I could love an ugly baby, an older child, someone severely ill or totally detached.
Yet there she is. Beautiful. Bright eyed. Smiling. Baby. Everything my heart has ever longed for in her. If I ever thought that I might “rescue” a child, I am now slapped in the face with the ridiculousness of that idea… how could I ever pretend that WE are not the ones receiving the ultimate gift in this situation? If I thought adoption would teach me to “love the least of these,” then I better go elsewhere to find those who are “least.” Our Amelia is not one of them. She is amazing. She is captivating. Anyone would love her. Yet she is OURS!
We will do all we can to pour every ounce of love into her for as long as we live… yet our oceans of love won’t begin to show her how she has filled our hearts to overflowing.
A lady recently told me that she admires the “sacrifice” we are making to bring a child home from Uganda. Sacrifice? Wait until she meets Amelia. She’ll never think it was a sacrifice again. She will see that God has blessed us beyond measure. He is so loving. We are so very thankful.