Adoption, Morning Has Broken

Yesterday’s post was the story of Eric’s adoption into Anna and Jacob’s family.

Jacob, Anna and Eric

Today I share with you the hope and anticipation of another set of parents waiting on their “fullness of time.”

I have been following the process of another blogger that many of you likely already know. Layla over at The Lettered Cottage is in the waiting, wishing, praying and wanting stage. They’ve sold t-shirts to raise funds for their adoption. One of them reads, “Don’t Quit Your Day Dream,” which I promptly purchased for my daughter who is a one of my dreams realized and a dream achiever herself. If the shirts had a been bit more masculine, I would have purchased one for our son who is a dream achiever and dream-come-true as well.

The Lettered Cottage

It is my prayer that “the Spirit of His Son be sent forth into the hearts” of all  “dreaming” parents who want, pray, hope, wish and wait for their fullness of time. My children were prayed, wished, wanted and waited for as well. We were a couple who struggled with infertility. But the miracle we experienced is part of why we make big deals over birthdays in our family. We prayed and waited through testing, fertility drugs, miscarriages, and disappointment after disappointment. To hold my babies in my arms the first time was a celebration and every birthday since then has been as well.

I’ve heard my whole life that if we pray for patience, we should expect trials. Sometime in my youth, I must have prayed for patience. Like Anna in yesterday’s post, I have to say, however, that all the trials we went through in order to have both our children was 100+++% worth it. Nothing compares (yet) to the love of and for a child. I do hear that grandchildren are pretty fantastic, though.

But, what if our prayers are for faith instead?

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day.Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
We learn to praise for the singing, praise for the rain, the first grass and praise for where His feet have passed in the garden. And where have His feet passed? Along every pathway ahead of us to prepare for our adoption. We sing praise for everything springing fresh from The Word. Here’s the quote from yesterday…

Galatians 4:4-7
But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law,
To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons.
And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.
Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.

And then, the sweetness of this old hymn to me is the verse praising “God’s recreation of the new day.” Every morning is a day of “recreation,” He creates and even re-creates our families.

Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning–the sixth day. Genesis 1:31

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