It’s the last day of November – a big month in the adoption world. It contains Orphan Sunday and is even slated as National Adoption Month.
It is also a perfect reason to take an afternoon to pull on dresses and scribble smiley-faces on palms to capture this moment in time in our family.
And while the kids may be thinking of colored leaves and pinecone wars, I’m thinking long on what adoption means to me.
It’s hard to beleive that there was a time I had no idea what adoption meant.
And, because I was just completely clueless, I probably said all the non-PC adoption-related things.
And asked all the non-PC adoption-related questions.
My eyes were simply closed to the indescribable gift that is adoption.
But one day. He simply stopped me in my tracks.
And cracked this heart of mine wide open, peeling off layers of selfishness, foolishness and preconceived notions.
And left me astounded at all we had missed by simply not looking with eyes to see.
What a privilege it is to be part of this grand story He is writing in the world and in this family.
And living with eyes to see Him in all things.
For everything was created by him, in heaven and on earth, the visible and the invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities — all things have been created through him and for him.
He is before all things, and by him all things hold together.
– Colossians 1:16-17