~ One of the dearest friends I’ve met through this adoption process is Brittany. She brought her daughter home last fall. We connected on a Facebook group and found that we had so many things in common! One of the most amazing things is that our daughters are similar in age and had the same medical diagnosis in China. They also share the same middle name: Joy! While we were in China, she and I texted during those first few hard days. She encouraged me over and over again. Her heart is one of encouragement and I just had to share her story with you! Take a moment and read these beautiful words. ~
“If it wasn’t sweet to me…”
…I would not have come.”
Almost three years ago my feet were planted in the dry sandy deserts of Africa. While there, I heard a man say something that has echoed in my heart over and over. He followed our mission team back from the dirty village streets one day. He was persistent in telling us that he had heard “truth” from us. We asked him if he understood what we had been telling people – Jesus is the Son of God.
He firmly said, “Yes, if it wasn’t sweet to me, I would not have come.”
He listened again to the story of Creation until the final days of Christ and our hope in the resurrected Savior, then professed his belief.
It was “sweet” to his ears and his heart, so he came & he believed.
Fast forward to present day and I am sitting here trying to wrap my brain and emotions around the past six months since our daughter was placed in our arms in a small, cold room in Xi’an, China. The journey from day one has been much more difficult and much more beautiful than I ever imagined. There have been joys & fears that erupted inside of me that I didn’t know existed. Broken beautiful, and some days the broken likes to hide the beauty. Yet, then I remember a village mans’ words that, unbeknownst to me, were molding my heart for HER years ago.
Such simple words, but, oh how they have new meaning today…..
“If it wasn’t sweet to me, I would not have come.”
If the gospel was not sweet to me, I would not have opened my heart up to an orphan.
If the gospel was not sweet to me, I would not have gone across the world for my daughter.
If the gospel was not sweet to me, I would not have taken a leap of faith that has changed a life forever.
If the gospel was not sweet to me, I would have not learned to listen to His still, small voice.
If the gospel was not sweet to me, I would have missed the beauty of adoption and the blessing of our daughter.
The gospel is sweet. His love is so very sweet.
And the sweet blessings we were trying to pour out on her, an orphan, unwanted, unclaimed, and forgotten, has came two-fold back to us in return through her smiles, her bravery, and her perseverance as cherished daughter & sister.
“How sweet are Your words to my taste! Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!” Psalm 119:103
The miracle of adoption is that our faith have become a little bolder, a little stronger and a little more sweet too.
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