Somewhere in world there is little boy or girl, made in the precious image of God, my Father, spending another Christmas without a mommy or daddy. One day, he or she may be ours. I can't do anything else but pray when the reality of that sinks into my heart. Heavy stuff, I know!
Over the last four months my little ones have learned to open their hearts to the needy and orphaned in this world. Hannah and I sit together and look through agency sites at the dear little faces looking back. We choose one that speaks to us and we all start praying for him/her and speaking as if they will join our family shortly! We rejoice (and cry) when we see their picture with a "my family has found me" label.
This is what the Gospel is all about! The Good News that God loved us so much that Jesus came to earth as that tiny, helpless babe, lived a perfect life for me and died a sacrificial death so that I could be called a child of God. To be adopted by the Father of Creation, made heirs with Christ, loved eternally and given a glorious home! It is the story of Christmas, and adoption.
It is my story, and I hope it is yours!
Merry Christmas, friends!
