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