Because of Jaso

liberia 2(Monrovia, Liberia)

Last week, I wrote about the beginnings of our adoption and foster care story.  This week, I share how Jaso joined our family.

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I sat during the choir’s intermission, watching the orphan statistics flash across the screen at the front of the auditorium.  I knew about the AIDS crisis.  I had met families with adopted children.  I had listened to stories of missionaries who rocked motherless babies in crowded orphanages.

But at this particular moment, I was expectant.  I had been waiting for God to show me why I still had a deep yearning for something outside of the boundaries of my city; and here, I was looking right into the faces of orphans.