I still remember it, like it was yesterday.

The phone call.  The thoughts and the sleepless nights.  The wondering.  The possibilities.  The big if.

The Lord could have said 6 weeks is enough.  After 6 weeks with your sweet baby boy as your brother, it is enough.  He is not your brother.  The Lord could have said that.  And I wasn't ready to hear those words.

I know how it is to stare at your child/sibling and think that this baby might be torn from your arms.

I know how it is to be told the very worst and wait for weeks to hear the result.

I know how it is to cry for hours because your brother/son may be going to the arms of a complete stranger, both to him and you.

I know how it is.  I know how much it hurts.  I know that staring at those eyes wondering how many more hours you will have left to stare at them... it is impossible.  

After any amount of time... one week... 6 weeks... three months... after believing and knowing that this child is your child... and all of a sudden being told that he is no longer going to be yours.... it is impossible.  Your mind cannot go there.  It is heartbreaking and it is unbelievable, truly.  

And when I hear the news of a sweet family that adopted a baby boy almost three months ago, who is staring at the same fact that I was a year and a half ago... I grieve.  Oh, how I grieve. 

I know the hurt.  I know the scare.  I know the impossible.

When men that are proclaimed "fathers" while completely neglecting, abandoning, and truly pathetically running away the moment they realize that they're going to be a "father."  When they show up when it should be too late.  I know how it is.  Most of them are abusers.  Addicts.  And I know some good ones, I do.  I have seen the brave birthfathers that do the best thing for their child.  The ones that show up all the time, through all of that baby's life, since before his/her first breath on earth.  And I have seen the ones that are not doing the best thing.  

I know what it's like to look at your child and wonder how long until his joy is no longer in your home.

And I know, more than anything I've ever known, that my God is able to do far more than we can ever ask, ever think, ever dream of.  

And I know that He has already gone before and already interceded and already chosen the outcome not only for this dear family, but for this sweet, precious baby.  And it is for that baby's best that He intercedes in this way.  It is for that baby's life... literally in the hands of God at this moment... that He chose to let this happen.  And I cannot argue with that.

Please join me in praying for God's will in this family's life right now.  Pray for the very best to happen.  Pray for the Lord to heal every single heart, and prepare every heart for what He will have to say at the end of all of this.  It is one long road ahead, all involving one sweet life.  Help me plead with God on behalf of this baby.  HE is near to the broken hearted and HE alone will move.  

Trey Malachi, the one who could have potentially been taken from us, but the Lord said yes to our pleadings and He interceded on behalf of us and we are forever grateful. 

I sure don't know what He's doing, but I do know who He is.

Bruce  – (November 13, 2013 at 9:05 AM)  

I still wake up and think....what if? I love your heart Emma Claire.

Richard Butler Creagh  – (February 19, 2018 at 10:35 AM)  

Your heart is so pure, Emma. I will pray for you.

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