Our last cherub, unless the Lord should add to our number, is P. His story is also filled with wonder and tender mercies as we look back and see the hand of God bringing us together. I have started a journal for each of my children from the beginning of heart pangs and in January of 2004 I started one for P. In the very first entry, I mentioned that people have often told me over the years how great it would be if I just got pregnant...though that would indeed offer obvious reasons for rejoicing (children are gifts, whichever way God gives them), I found myself fighting the sentiment for a couple reasons.
The biggest reason is that God has grown in me a passion to help fatherless ones get grafted into Christian families, and I love the privilege it is to be one of those families. The lens of earthly adoption has helped me see the glorious gospel of God adopting us into His family so much more clearly. I am moved daily to adore the Father of the fatherless, knowing I am no longer fatherless because of Him. He is so worthy of imitation!
Secondly, the sentiment seems to implicate, whether intentionally or not, the idea that homegrown kids are preferable over grafted ones, and that adoption is a plan B sort of deal. I believed those implications when adopting M, initially...I have since repented. God tells us children are a heritage from Him, and truth be known, that includes grafted children EVERY bit as much as homegrown ones.
So now, let's meet P, our son who just woke up asking how many more days until his birthday...he'll be 5 in a couple short weeks and excitement is brewing in his heart. Ours too! He came home to us on May 18, 2005 (3 days shy of being 7 months old). Here we are, at the airport, meeting him for the first time as his escort came off the plane: