Adoption

What joy we are experiencing in bonding with our little girl. She is so sweet, loves to giggle and keeps checking to see if we are still here! There will be challenges physically for her but she seems so willing and capable to face them with us. We truly love her. 

Today I am reflecting on this song from Ghost Ship called "adoption." This is really our story and this is why we chose to adopt Adia, to give her a home... Because we were adopted in Christ. If you were wondering about our motivation know that you too can experience this adoption, this love from God through Christ. 

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  1. Char MAugust 29, 2016 at 10:43 AM

    Hooray!!  Praying for you.Charlotte

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