Our future babies are on my mind and on my heart today – as I suspect they will be most days.
Last night, we attended our first Growth Group session at church. We’ll be reading and discussing The Connected Child. I’m so thankful we have an opportunity to learn a little about parenting adopted children before we meet ours.
When we left our meeting, I felt burdened for our children. There is a chance they’ve already been conceived and are in the womb right now. We learned about risk factors for our children that I had never even considered. Obvious risk factors are the mother consuming drugs and/or alcohol while she’s pregnant, but I had not considered a stressful pregnancy (an unwanted pregnancy sounds stressful to me), fighting with the babies’ father, or a difficult delivery. All of these things can affect our babies’s brain development before they’re even born.
I left with more ideas of how to pray for our children and their biological parents. While we’re purging excessive stuff and preparing a place for our babies, I know their current situation is likely much, much different. I’m praying for peace for the mother, peace in the relationship she has with the babies’ father, and a safe delivery. I’m praying that if she is stressed, she wouldn’t turn to drugs or alcohol to cope with that stress. I’m praying that if the father is scared about providing for these children, he wouldn’t turn to illegal means of increasing his income.
I’m praying that God will place people in their lives who will share the Gospel with them. I want them to know and love our Savior, even if that means we never have the chance to adopt. I would rather their parents know Jesus than these babies get to know us.
During my Bible reading today, I started reading Exodus. God’s people had obeyed His command to “be fruitful and multiply”, and there were a whole lot of Israelites in Egypt. The Pharaoh was oppressing the Israelites and even wanted all of the Hebrew baby boys killed. After years of slavery and oppression, “the people of Israel groaned because of their slavery and cried out for help. Their cry for rescue from slavery came up to God. And God heard their groaning, and God remembered His covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob. God saw the people of Israel – and God knew” (Exodus 2:23-25, ESV).
I was encouraged by this picture of God hearing, remembering, seeing, and knowing. God hasn’t changed since Exodus, so I trust that He hears our babies in their mother’s womb, He remembers His promises, He sees our babies, and He knows our babies. So, I’m lifting them up to Him. Would you lift them up, too?