Once upon a time, there was a mama who was hurting. She was in love with a baby in Africa whose face she had never seen. She and her husband were adopting, and the wait was agonizing.
To pass time during the wait, she read. She read about “the orphan crisis.” She read that many children were enduring an even more difficult wait than hers… children waiting years for parents, for families, for adoption. With no guarantees of a happy ending.
The mama stomped her foot. “We must do something to help orphans NOW! Even while we wait to go to Africa.”
The daddy agreed.
And then they forgot.
Until God caused them to cross the path of an 11 year old boy who lived in an orphanage down the road – although they never let you call it an orphanage. They call it “group home.” Nothing is homey about children raised by ever-changing shifts of staff.
The boy became a dear friend. At least weekly, the boy would spend hours with the family. Sometimes he would spend weekends. They had exciting times and boring times. They had great laughs and great frustrations. Sometimes, they fought. Sometimes, they told each other “I love you”.
The boy turned 12. The mama got her first pictures of her baby in Africa. The boy looked at them and laughed with joy.
The boy grew tall. The mama and daddy left for Africa and came home with their second daughter. The boy hugged the new baby tight.
The boy’s social worker called. “Are you going to adopt him?” The family had been praying for a long time, and knew that the answer was “no.” The mama and daddy hurt.
Had they done the wrong thing to spend time with him? Had they made his life worse and wrongly gotten his hopes up?
The mama and daddy felt a little sick and guilty. The boy continued to visit and continued to smile.
And then, the boy said, “I have a plane ticket. I will cross the country to visit a couple who want me to be their first child. They are in ministry. If it works out, I move there in two months to be adopted.”
The boy was scared. Change is hard, even when it’s good.
The mama got to assure the boy. She got to tell him about the beauty of adoption. That God created it. That He put that exact word and concept in the Bible. That He pursued us and wanted us for His own just like this family was pursing and wanting the boy. She got to tell him that maybe, God is sending him parents and adoption to give him a picture of how He is pursuing the boy as Father. The boy swallowed hard and found new courage. He nodded with resolve. He even smiled a little.
Late at night, the mama shook her head in wonder at God’s provision. She had not met the boys needs, yet God had still allowed her to witness the miracle of a boy nearing the beauty of adoption. What grace. The boy will soon turn 13, even before he meets his potential parents. Many argue that 13 is too old to be adopted. God knew better. God made better. God has loving plans.
“I will not leave you as orphans.” John 14:18a
Please pray for our friend “Jay”. He will fly to spend a week with his potential family at the start of August. If all goes well, he will have a family at the end of August!