During this month of celebrating adoption, I’ve been meandering my way through pictures of my kids. The one above happens to be one of my favorites. It was taken by a local photographer a few years ago.
When I look at this picture, I see children whose future is wide open, and who matter more to their parents than they may ever fully realize. I see children who found their way home.
When I look at the image above, I don’t see barrenness. I don’t feel desolation. I don’t find myself speaking the “what if’s”, and “why’s”. I don’t recall the place I used to dwell in; that wasteland of broken dreams.
I don’t see infertility.
When I set my eyes on the picture above, I know that things happen for a reason. I feel the restoration of broken lives, the healing of scarred remains, and the mercy-filled grace that I am now living.
When I look at this image of my oldest son and daughter, I am thankful. I am genuinely thankful for the path I walked to become their mother. I am truly grateful for others whose hands touched our lives, and molded our family.
Ultimately, though, I am humbled by the acts of my Heavenly Father who shook me out of my barrenness, and said, “MY plan for you is better than this. MY plan for you will unfold. MY plan for you is one that diminishes the scars of your youth, and wipes away the tears of your adulthood. MY plan for you is far from barren.”
When I look at the sweet image of my son and daughter, I see love.
Love that changed lives.
Love that intervened at just the right time.
Love that brought life into the wasteland.
Love that is far from barren.
That my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!