This is our earliest picture of Shepherd. Tiny little thing, isn’t he? And he looks so scared 🙁 He was found at 2 days old ‘by the roadside’ behind a market. As inconceivable as this sounds, it is common practice for babies to be abandonded near a road so that the child has a good likelihood of being found quickly. And considering that he was abandoned in November, I can only assume the weather was not suitable for a newborn to be left alone outside for any amount of time. I am just so grateful he was found.
My heart breaks when I think of his parents, specifically his mother. As a mother of four biological children, I find it hard to fathom carrying a baby for 9 months and NOT developing some sort of attachment, intended or not. I imagine her giving birth… first seeing his precious face, then… surprise! A boy!! And last… his feet. Clubbed. Deformed. I imagine her heart sank. I think of the disappointment that must have filled the room full of family members who might have been there for the birth. New to the world, taking his first brave breaths, and already deemed ‘imperfect’.
Thank the Lord for His perfect plan. We can’t wait to hold him. To welcome him with arms wide open. To tell him how perfectly PERFECT he is. To tell him that he is God’s creation: fearfully and wonderfully made. How God has picked us to be his family and how blessed we feel to be chosen for such an honor.
O LORD, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my every thought when far away. You chart the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know where I am. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, LORD. You both precede and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to know!
I can never escape from your spirit! I can never get away from your presence! If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the place of the dead, you are there. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night – but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are both alike to you. You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous – and how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.