2.13.10: The Orphan Part 1

Hello! I hope you all are enjoying this winter weather wherever you are (though chances are, you're not).

I was writing to someone the other night and I just wanted to share with you what I wrote because it's very close to my heart and maybe you will know me better by it. :) It's rather long, so, if you have time, grab some coffee and get comfortable. Let's chat. :)

I was speaking of adoption and wrote:

I have always wanted it. When I was a little girl (about five), I would watch those commercials with orphans in slums and wonder why we couldn't just bring one (or five) home; we had a house, we had food, we had love. What else is there? :)

This desire persisted through all my years. A few years ago, in a very short span of time, I had many many dreams were I adopted. They were the only dreams that made sense, that had a plot and purpose.

I remember in one, I went to South America and met a little boy who had no parents (he was living on the streets). I wanted to adopt him so bad. His name was Alejandro. He was an adorable boy, very smart. I had to return home, but I promised I would come back for him.

I'll never forget him...I know it sounds strange, but sometimes, it feels like a very distinct part of me is missing. As if I was given a gift for a moment and then had it taken away.

I do wish he was here. I long to wipe away his tears. To kiss his boo-boos. To stroke his hair from his sleeping face. To love him.

You may say, "Ah, Sarah, he never existed." Yes he did! Alejandro exists. He lives everywhere. On the streets, in gangs, in orphanages.

He wonders where love is, why he has no mother to show him gentleness, no father to teach him how to be a man.

He has no one to hold him. No one to show him his worth.

Alejandro is small, he's big, he has brown eyes, blue eyes, brown skin, white skin...and no mommy.

Please, you must see how I must come for him.

God, after all, adopted you and I. We weren't His own. We were strangers in a strange land. But His heart broke because we had no one to love us, protect us, save us. So, He just had to have us. He paid the ultumate adoption price (his life) because He would not allow us to be alone or stolen by sin. He said to loneliness, to darkness, "No! You will not have him/her!"

I must do the same...

It is so weird, like I said, it's as if I'm not complete without the children from all my dreams here for me to stroke their hair, or hold them and watch them grow and teach them.

Sometimes, when I work in the nursery at church, I'll hold a crying baby and say, "Can I bring you home with me?"
I dream of having many children, ones with light skin, ones with brown skin, ones with blue eyes, green eyes, or brown ones. I dream of having many children, ones to kiss goodnight, to wipe their faces from tears or gravy.

I know God gave those dreams for a reason. I know he took that part of me that's missing so I would pursue it later. I know I am called to adoption. Are you? I'm not sure. But you are called to care for them in any way you can. James 1:27