“Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee.” Is. 49:15
Five and a half years ago a mother had a beautiful son, but there were complications. He was born too early. She was scared. The doctors weren’t sure what his medical needs would be. It frightened her. The bill was going to be much more than she could pay. In this particular country of her residence, money was scarce. The fear must have been suffocating. It must have been with great brokenness, such so that I cannot imagine, she quietly slipped away from the hospital, and left her precious baby there, and was never heard from again. He was abandoned. Yet, he was not forsaken.
A decision was made. He was bundled in a white outfit and swaddled in a white blanket. A social worker brought this beautiful white bundle to an orphanage. However, this wasn’t just any orphanage, this was a special orphanage. This place is a place full of love, and laughter, and sharing about Jesus. This baby was loved and treasured at this place. When he was sick, he was given the best medical care. He was fed and held and had many opportunities to do many fun and incredible things. As wonderful as this place is, he was still an orphan. While he had many people who loved him, he was still missing the love of his very own Mommy and Daddy. His status still read ‘abandoned’. But he was not forsaken.
An American family came to this place one day. They came to make a 15-year-old boy their son. While they were there they met this sweet 5-year-old. He stole their hearts. Tears clouded their vision when they had to say goodbye to him. He belonged in a family. They came home, and talked about this boy. They began to pray for him. They prayed he would have a family. Due to the laws in this country, you cannot adopt more than one child at a time, and you have to wait 2 years between adoptions. Although they loved him, they did not want him to have to wait 2 more years for a family , and so they prayed.
As I was searching the internet one day, I stumbled upon a beautiful blog. The family had adopted 4 children from the Philippines. Justin had just been on a missions trip to the Philippines, and he fell in love with the people and culture. I loved reading her stories. She had 4 beautiful stories of redemption and love. I decided to email her and tell her how much I enjoyed her blog. I shared with her our plans for the Bartimeaus Project, and hoped that we would be able to get involved in the Filipino orphanages. She wrote back, and in an instant became a stranger turned friend. She was so encouraging. We emailed back and forth, and then one time, she told me about him. She told me about the little boy that they met at the orphanage. She asked me to pray for him. I hesitantly agreed. Justin and I began to pray for this little one.
When God writes something on your heart, he transforms even the most fearful objections, into something lovely. We began to speak in sporadic, halting whispers about what our house would look like with one more boy. Well, we could add bunk beds here. End conversation. HE was working. HE was writing. HE was restoring. And He was asking. Perhaps it was because there was no room in the inn for him at his birth, that He asks us to have room in ours. The Bible is full of verses calling us to entertain strangers, and calling us to take care of the fatherless. He was knocking at our door, asking us if there was room in our inn. In our season of brokenness, He was going to allow us to be a part of restoration. He was going to add to our hearts, expanding our love, and allow us oh, such a joy, of this beautiful little boy.
And so, we began to fall in love with this little 5 year old half a world away ,who was abandoned but not forsaken. HE wasn’t finished. He is the Author, writing a beautiful masterpiece. I for one, can’t wait to see how it unfolds. I am particularly looking forward to the part in the story, when a certain American family with 3 boys and a girl get the untold joy of changing his status from ‘abandoned’ to ADOPTED.