I ride down the familiar road, Highway 17, my home away from home in this one zipcode town.
It comes through the radio, her voice a bit shaky. I am used to half listening to her words, waiting instead to enter into heart singing or true singing with the next praise song.
She tells of a movie she has previewed which has left a mark on her. It is obvious she has been touched, moved by the story. I bend my ear, and listen, really listen.
And as she tells of the film, the charachters, the storyline I am a bit punched in the gut at the familiar places in my life.
This Weaver-God Creator-God has built with love like a mosaic of glorious stained glass my family, our family through adoption and through biological birth.
What a lavish, extravagant gift is a child. A child entering into the heart of the home through a gateway of love. Released in love by the arms of a mother. Into the arms of a mother.
It is the DNA of my family. My heart rests on this movie plot as it is shared by a audibly moved film-goer. The familiar chords it strikes resound and playback in my head and in my heart.
It is always, everytime without fail, a word that remains tender so tender to me, adoption. And yes, oh yes, I want to see this story on the big screen about how God has chosen and woven and moved in multiply lives, multiple families with His Grace and Mercy.
As I drive I try to discern the levels of tenderness of this particular story from just a short review on the radio. And I see an amazing prelude to my yearning after this story, having posted the music video here on this blog just days earlier for “October Baby.”
There are likely many differences between this story and ours, mine. But the very strong chain which links families touched by adoption is there. The common thread, it weaves, it binds, it sews. It stirs the heart. Like the two extra large knitting needles knitting one, pearl two form a masterpiece blanketing warmth of love and family. Two moms touch one life.
I light up and link hearts in a distinctly unique way with other moms of adoptive children. It binds hearts. A community within a community exits. And I am grateful to be, to humbly be, a part.
Psalm 139:13- 14 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God– you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration — what a creation!
Jeremiah 29:11-13 I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out–plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I’ll listen. When you come looking for me, you’ll find me.