Not knowing your name

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Some have asked, "How can you love him so deeply, if you have never seen his face?"
"How can you love him so deeply, if you don't even know his name?"

It is hard to put into words.

It is similar, I guess, to the love I felt for our girls as they were growing in my womb. Long before they got a name. Long before that first sonogram. Long before I heard a heartbeat.

Love. 

It is similar, I guess, to the love I feel for our baby in heaven, a baby we never got to hold. 
A baby who visits me in our dreams, a child I will have to wait till heaven to meet. 

Love. 

It is similar, I guess, but still hard to fathom. Hard to understand.

We love him. 

He is our son. 

We might not know his name. I might not know what he looks like. 
I might not know the sound of his voice.

But God does. 

He knows the child chosen for our family. 
His voice. 
His smile. 
His heart. 

And for some reason, that makes me love our son even more. 
(And makes me love our God even more). 

Because... I might have no idea...
But God does. 


#waitingforonemore #bethegood #bishopfamilyadopts

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