Adopted as Sons and Daughters

Well--here we are--more than a week home now, and we're all just about back on central time. Whew! Our first week home may have been the hardest week of my life! Six people in one house with terrible jet lag, including a baby trying to get acquainted with completely new surroundings, doesn't make for a restful situation. We were all exhausted, everyone kept waking up everyone else, and no one was getting much sleep. Thankfully, we all seem to be getting back to normal.

I wanted to share a little bit about this miracle of adoption. First, I can honestly say that adopting Megan has been every bit as miraculous as having our biological children. We love her as completely and perfectly as we've ever loved anyone. The Bible says that children are a blessing from the Lord, and all four of our children have blessed us indescribably already.

Secondly, I think that Dh and I have a whole new appreciation for what it means to be adopted as sons and daughters through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. As much as we love our precious Megan--God loves us even more. It's unfathomable.

Finally, the miracle of adoption, like the miracle of childbirth, is truly impossible to put into words. It's so incredible that there aren't sufficient words to describe it. The moment that we received Megan and the love that the Lord has put in our hearts for her, along with the rest of the experience have all been more wonderful than we could have ever imagined in our wildest dreams.

In His Mighty Grip...