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
# 518 Adoption
# 519 My friends in Illinois
# 520 Hearts that care
#521 Toast with almond butter
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