Walking with Jesus

This is what it feels like to breath in and out, wake each morning, press forward and struggle on. I have never felt anything as difficult as I have since a month ago. I have never seen suffering like I saw in my own home when my daughter, whom we'd given our whole heart to, was taken from us. I will never forget the feeling of loving her (cutting her cord, touching her lips, hearing her squeak). I will always miss her. But... (how I hate the resignation and finality of that word sometimes), I know God isn't finished. We have been given the Spirit of Adoption. God has adopted us. What greater ministry is there than to open our home and lives to those who have no parents, so they can know the love of our Heavenly Father. There is a growing conviction in my heart. It is beyond mere impulse or sentiment. Christians need to foster and to adopt. The world needs Christians to stand in the gap. The fatherless thousands need fathers. The motherless need a mother's love. This is r...