13 years ago around April 24th, 1999 our eldest son in Ghana was born....
Last night, I fumbled through my boxes of journals and managed to find my beat up journal from 1999. Without even dusting off the cover, I skimmed through to find April 21st's entry. My journal entry for that date was a reflection from an intense conversation Sol and I had about missions, ministry and orphans. It was filled with hope and excitement for what God had in store for us and the dreams and visions we shared together. Little did we know that around the same time across the other side of the ocean in West Africa, a precious mother was about to give birth to her son. Of course there must have been hundreds, thousands of miraculous births on that day... but this particular birth was part of our "future story" that Sol and I had no idea about.
I wish I had all the pieces of this birth mom's story, her pregnancy, her labor and what it was like to give life to this beautiful baby boy. What I really long for is to share a cup of tea with her and just listen to her story. I want to let her know that I value her and admire her courage and strength.
13 years have passed by and this beautiful baby boy is now entering his teenage years.
Emotions that I cannot even explain.
How I wish I could go for a long walk with him, hear his story and assure him that we love him and will always be by his side. Although we weren't a part of the first 13 years of his life, we may have many years ahead to celebrate together.
13 years ago, you were brought into this world and
"May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you." Numbers 6:25
As you enter into a new season of your teenage years, we pray that He would raise you up to be a courageous young man.
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous.
Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”