Two years ago today, a child was born.
He was born in a remote village in Yunyang China. His parents were most likely quite poor. He was a big 8 pounds, 20 inches long--beautiful and healthy boy!
Was he celebrated? I like to think so. Was he cherished? I like to think so. Tragedy struck somewhere in the next two days for he was found, on "the bed of a tattered coat" in December--frigid weather in a park. His foot and leg were severely burned.
I think there were no other options. There's no insurance in China--it's a cash up front policy in most cases. He was abandoned because that was his only chance. His only hope at living. His birth parents gave up there 2 day old healthy baby boy so that he had a chance at LIFE.
By the grace of God--I saw his picture--just three months after adopting Hope. He was just 9 months old with the face of an angel.
He was my son. He is also "their" son. And today--my Samuel's second birthday--I thank the Lord above for giving me this gift of a child.
A child with a smile that lights up the room--and can make you smile from your head to your toes! A child that gives kisses and hugs and snuggles. A Child of promise.
Happy Birthday my sweet Samuel. You are so precious to this family-and so very loved. We are so grateful for the opportunity to be your family.
I hope that across the world--in Yunyang--that somehow your birth family can know that you are alive--that you have been adopted. That you are cherished beyond measure.
