I spent a recent evening sharing part of my story with a group of
women whose hearts keep a beat similar to my own. We were at an adoption
conference, so I talked about each of my four children, some of whom
sailed into our family from across oceans, some who skipped across the
St. Joe River like a smooth stone made just for our hands.
But of course, nothing about the blending of families and cultures and forever can be described as sailing. And fractured beginnings don’t inspire anyone to skip.
For weeks I prayed about what these women (myself included) needed to hear from the Lord. Over and over, He spoke one word to me, “Chosen”...