There is a wall in the home we have lived in for part of our time in India. A wall of sweet faces, faces of children who have been blessed with the gift of adoption. Faces of children who will go to bed tonight in their home with their forever families. Faces of children who are experiencing redemption, healing and love.
Sometimes I sit and weep, staring at this wall. This beautiful wall. Overcome by gratitude, I sing praises to the Lord. These fifty-two faces have food, a home, access to the healthcare they need and (to me most importantly) love. These fifty-two faces have families that love them and sought them out. These fifty-two faces are not alone. These fifty-two faces have been saved from various circumstances and now, now they are in a place where they are free to embrace their identity as a beloved child.
As I look at these faces, I see in my mind’s eye millions of other faces. Faces of children who are still waiting- waiting for their redemption stories. Waiting to look upon the face of a loving woman and call her mom or a trusting man and call him dad. Waiting to feel the overwhelming rush of love that comes with hearing the words, “your parent/s are on their way.” As I think about these children, a fire burns through my veins. I hear a voice boldly proclaiming, “we are coming for you.”
We are coming for you.
To the one stuck in a brothel in Thailand, we are coming. To the one forced to be a restavek in Haiti, we are coming. To the one being abused in a Russian orphanage, we are coming. To the one with severe CP in India, we are coming. To the one orphaned by AIDS in Swaziland, we are coming. To the one bouncing between foster homes in America, we are coming.
We are coming for you.
We are rising up, a generation of people hear your cry. The Lord has laid you on our hearts. We cannot even begin to fathom the pain you are experiencing- the ways you are being mistreated, the hopelessness you feel, your deep desire to feel seen and loved. We see you. We love you. We know you are there and we are fighting to get to you. We will cross any border, break down any wall, sacrifice anything to get to you. We are coming.
I am coming for you.
As I gaze at their beautiful faces, the reality hits me that I have spent most of my life praying for these faces. The Lord placed a calling on my heart, a love for abandoned, mistreated and forgotten children long ago. I do not know who you are or how many of you there are, but I am coming. One day, the Lord will allow me to be part of your redemption story. I feel it in my bones. One day, I will get to wrap you in my arms and take you home. One day, you will be able to look into my eyes and know, with every fiber of your being, that you are loved. I cannot wait to hold you, to kiss you, to tuck you in into your bed. I am coming for you no matter what is costs me, because you, dear child, are worth it all.
He is already there with you.
Right now the Lord is there. In the midst of your waiting, in the midst of your pain, in the midst of your hopelessness. He is looking at you overflowing with joy. He delights in you. The Lord created you exactly as you are and placed you where you are for a reason. Right now, it might be hard to understand what is happening to you or around you. Right now, it might not seem fair. Right now, you might not feel His presence. I promise you, He is right by your side. His heart is breaking for you. He hates what is happening to you, to see you hurt. That’s why He has placed you on our hearts.
We are coming for you.
So little ones, as you lay your heads down to sleep tonight, I pray that you are comforted by Lord’s presence. I pray that you are filled with an unrelenting hope. I pray that peace washes over you like a refreshing wave. I pray that Abba wraps you in His arms. I pray that you realize how loved you already are. Little ones, we are coming for you, please just hold on a little longer. We are coming.
All my love,
Bekah
