Dear future child,
The Lord has given me a passion and a desire for adoption. To adopt you and your future brothers and sisters. I know that over the course of my life I will adopt multiple children of various ages. But you are going to be my eldest.
God has shown me that I will adopt a child in their early to mid teens. So lets say I’m 28 when I finally complete the process to bring you into my home. Hypothetically you’d be 12 or 13. That means that right now, as I am typing this on Christmas Eve 2017, you are alive.
You are probably 4 or 5 years old. Maybe you’re giddy and can’t sleep because Santa is coming tonight. Do you believe in Santa?
My heart is bursting to know you! I already love you so so much! I cannot wait to call you my own. But I know that for you to be mine means that you have to be given up by someone else.
Gah! I hate to think that whatever terrible things that will put you into the adoption system and bring you to me might be happening right now.
Are you’re parents alive? Are you’re parents kind to you? Are you hurting? Are you happy? Do you have friends? Siblings?
So many thoughts….
Just know that through it all, I am thinking of you. I am praying for you right now and for the rest of your life. The journey will be a long and painful one, but know you are mine.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently. Here in India, I’ve met many orphans and children in the government system and my heart breaks for them. When I see them, I see you. Sometimes I think I can love them a little extra, because by loving them, I feel like I could be loving you.
I live with full anticipation of the day I get to look into your eyes and hold you in my arms. But until that day arrives, I shall continue to pray for you.
I miss you even though I don’t even know your gender, name, or face.
I love you!
— Mommy
