A gift

Lately I have been in awe of the gifts the Lord has blessed me with. My children. Six of them. Six amazing blessings.

This little guy who turns 4 this weekend was a surprise. He was never meant to come here, and become part of our family. From the beginning his aunt was adopting him, or so she said. We were always told she was in the process. Then the call came. Did we want him? He cannot be with her anymore. Laney's full biological bother. We were stunned. Overwhelmed. Anxious. Fearful, even. Who was this little boy we had never met? What was his story? What was his life experience up until now? We just weren't sure. We prayed, discussed and prayed some more. Then, he was never moved. We thought his aunt had pulled through. Then, the call came again, months later. Would we take him, and embrace him? A son for us. A little boy. But we are only used to girls and many other excuses filled our heads.

We knew. We had to take him. We wanted to take him. For him. For Laney. It was the right thing. A gift to both of them so they could be together. And now, over a month later, I look at this precious boy, and tears fill up my eyes. He is one of the sweetest souls I have ever met. And to think I could have said no and turned down this gift. Yes, gift. He is a gift. I feel so undeserving, having such little faith, and trust that the Lord knew exactly what He was doing. But, yet, every single day I wake up now to his sweet smile, and irresistable hugs. He is the gift, to me. And I am so eternally greatful that I have this opportunity to be his mommy. Thank you Lord, for another of your amazing surpises, and most amazing gifts.