Chosen

He was found on a Tuesday in a post office, so they named him, “found on Tuesday.” He looks to be about a year old, but they are saying he is more like two–just malnourished, that’s all.

He plays with mud and sticks and broken stoneware on the dirt courtyard of the orphanage.  He is a curious child–but very, very  quiet. Come to think of it, I have never heard him speak yet.

He looks up and stares at me. His intense brown eyes dig right into my heart. What are you thinking, little one?

And in a little town of Illinois. a family pours over his picture.

“I like how he looks,” Maria says.

“I can’t wait to teach him how to play soccer,” Jonathan says.

“I am excited,” Heather says.

And Laura, the baby, she points and smiles.

And I can’t help but think of the Scripture that says,”(…) things which eye has not seen and ear has not heard, and which have not entered the heart of man, all that God has prepared for those who love Him.” (1 Cor. 2:9)

Every way they know how, the little family is preparing for this little boy to come home to them. They pray for him, make room for him in their hearts and home, sacrifice for the expenses related to his coming home, talk about him, reorganize their lives in view of him.  They love him.

They chose him.

And he wakes up every morning in his orphanage, unaware of any of this. He doesn’t even know that there is a family in another country that has chosen him. Is silently planning for him. He has no idea that they have invested their hearts and lives into him. He wakes up, eats his meager breakfast and goes out to play with sticks and mud and broken stoneware. He probably only thinks of right now, and whether his tummy is full or not.

Things that this little boy has never seen nor heard, things that have not even entered his heart, they are preparing for him.

They chose him.

And in a few weeks, they are going to go to the other side of the world to claim him. And God quietly reminds me that He went to the end of His life to claim me.

He chose me.

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp

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# 518 Adoption

# 519 My friends in Illinois

# 520 Hearts that care

#521 Toast with almond butter

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32 comments

  1. Oh, I love how you tell this story, Barbara. And bring it home to make it personal. Praying for this little fellow and the wonderful things God has in store for him, unbeknownst to him. Things He has in store for us, unbeknownst to us…

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  2. Your story tells of a much larger investment than the amount per month sent to Compassion or one of the other organizations who ask for sponsors for their children.
    A chosen child. Thanks for sharing at “Tell Me a Story.” All over the world there are children needing love and care. Even here in our USA!

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  3. That just tuggs at my heart! I have been wanting to adopt for some time but my husband has not come to peace with it yet.. we already have a big family and overstretched budget so it doesn’t make financial sense. But I don’t think it has to!

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    • He has come home. Been there a month. Put on some weight, is smiling, lets me touch him now. Still won’t let his new Momma or Poppa out of his sight; if they leave, he freaks out. He doesn’t hold on to food any longer, is more relaxed and has the most beautiful smile in the world. Shows affection to his four siblings. What a blessing this is!

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  4. I’m with everyone else. Beautiful! I recently went on an OCC trip to Peru. I wished I could bring a child back with me in my suitcase!

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  5. What a beautiful analogy! I have had several friends and even some relatives who have adopted children from orphanages. The children usually had food issues at first (hoarding food but that’s very common). My friend’s daughter used to hoard her food in her mouth, she’d leave the table at the end of dinner and carry it around in her mouth. My friend had to work with her to swallow. She finally gave her a little plastic container of cheerios for Anna to carry around with her and got her to swallow.

    It has been a blessing to see these children settle in to their new homes and forever families and to see them smile! Thank you so much for linking up to “Making Your Home Sing Monday” today!

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  6. I pray that the Lord gives you grace for the days years ahead. That He gives you the indwelling of His Spirit. Have a wonderful time on your trip. Thank you for linking up over at WholeHearted Home.

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