I know I have said countless times that I have met the most amazing people on this journey…but I will say it again. He knows me so well. He knows what encourages me, makes me feel loved, and keeps me going. So He sends me surprises and gifts in people.
While being in Uganda, I get to meet so many people who come over on short-term trips. Your hearts quickly find common ground and you experience the same love for a people and see Him in ways that take even your own heart for a surprise. Truly, the greatest part of saying “yes” whether it’s for a two-week trip, short-term, or long-term is the weaving together of His people. Of all colors, nations, and tribes.
He was brought to our home by a taxi driver who had found him on the side of the road. Some would say he was abandoned, I would say he was FOUND. I had just arrived at the babies home a day after he was brought to us and as the children were waking up from their naps, this little ball of joy, with bright eyes came and made his way into my lap. We looked at each other for a while before his mischievous smile came over him. I asked one of the aunties for his name and she said he did not come with one. So of course my heart just was captured by this little boy who had so much joy in-spite…and I know it’s because Jesus had so many great plans for his life, as He does all of our children. He needed a name. A strong and brave name. So I asked if I could name him.
Cade…warrior. Psalm 62:6 Surely, the Lord is my Rock and my Salvation. He is my fortress, I will not be shaken.” It was the name my parents had picked out if they had a little boy.
Cade and I have a special relationship and a bond that only He could give. I am so humbled to see how Jesus knows exactly what the bigger picture holds. To see him with his mom and dad now, there is no skin color difference, no language barrier, he is theirs. They are the most amazing mom and dad, it has been such a blessing for me to get to know them both. He has come into his own little personality. He is a warrior, although his parents want to know what side he is fighting for 😉 The most precious gift that I can receive is seeing truly from where they have come…there is not a more precious, tangible picture of what Christ has done for me in my own adoption. It is beautiful.
I love hearing that they still talk about “Auntie Dacia”. I love that when we see each other, although they know me in Uganda, both of our eyes light up and we smile really big just like we would do every time I would walk into the home across that big ocean. Jesus speaks to my heart..”this is just one of the thousands of reason…” If I can be a temporary momma to these that are waiting on their mommy and daddy to come and make them forever theirs, then I count it a true joy. I want them to be proud of where they came from. They have been loved fiercely and well by those there and their families here.
Adoption. He fights for us, He comes for us, and He loves us more than we could ever deserve. I see it in these….
Shabbi…another sweet story of Redemption. A family that fought through and did it with such grace and testimony of Him. You can read their story here…http://alethiagrace.wordpress.com
Alethia Grace is so tall and still as beautiful as ever. She was the queen of our home and I don’t think she has taken off her tiara. 🙂 She is a quiet strength. A tender spirit but will lead with great dignity and respect. She has amazing parents that cultivate Jesus in their children. Again, words cannot describe adequately how beautiful…