and read his very long, very intimidating list of diagnoses, I felt overwhelmed. I WANTED to be his mama, but how could I ever care for a child with such a long list of needs? I didn't think I could do it. But the Lord kept nudging at my heart, nudging little Micah into my heart more and more, until I could no longer imagine him as anybody except my son. And the Lord's plan was perfect. When I look at my son, I no longer see his medical issues and his special needs. I see a giggling, bright-eyed little boy who does a whole-body happy dance every time I walk into the room, a boy who is learning to trust me more and more every day,
a boy who is already doing more than
the doctors told me he would EVER do.
His medical needs are very real, and yes, we do go to a lot of appointments, and we do a lot of therapy. And Micah is so, SO worth it! He is fascinating and challenging. He can still get so very scared and overwhelmed by life. But more and more, each day, he is opening up to the world. Opening up to me. He is leaning into me instead of pushing me away. He is reaching out for toys instead of shoving them away. He is coming alive, before my very eyes, and I am so filled with joy to be a part of his story. I remember at the passport office, the ladies who took Micah's picture shaking their heads and frowning at the thrashing, squalling, emaciated boy with the huge head, and asking our facilitator, "What are they going to do with a child like this?" Well, here is what we are doing.
We are loving him. And teaching him. And learning from him. And delighting in him. And feeling so very truly blessed to be his family.
I am praying that somebody will look at sweet Tina
and choose her.
That they will take a leap of faith.
That somebody will open their hearts to this waiting child,
and open their lives to an unimaginable wealth of blessings.