A Guest Post by Ken
When Robin asked me if I wanted to see the picture of the two children from the orphanage in the Congo, I thought, “Sure. Why not? What’s the big deal?” It was just a couple of photos. I was interested. Curious even. Who wouldn’t be?
But when I opened the photos, the experience was unexpected. I looked at the two of them and the only way to describe the feeling was one of recognition. Obviously I had never seen them before, but the overwhelming sense was, “Well that’s what my children look like.”
It was like déjà vu.
The children I had been praying for and dreaming about finally had faces.
No smiles. Not yet. But beautiful faces none the less.
To say that they were precious or beautiful to behold is a ridiculous understatement. With the first photo they have stolen my heart. I don’t know how many days it will be until I meet them and hold them in my arms, but now I know who has captured my heart. I wonder who is tucking them in to bed tonight. I pray that they know that there is a couple who are desperate to be with them. To hold them and to promise them they will never be alone again.
It was one thing when Robin and I were discussing sometime in the future adopting some random child or children from among the masses of hurting and helpless orphans in a far off land.
But now, as Robin put it, “OUR CHILDREN are in an orphanage in Africa WAITING for us.”
They are no longer annonymous.
They have faces.
And now they have parents who love them.
And can’t wait to bring them home.