I remember being concerned.
We had already received pre-approval to make the 3-year-old boy with the 5 million dollar smile and the monogrammed “C” on his shirt our son, and we had submitted an update request to learn more about this child who would soon share our last name.
At the time, we knew three things:
1. He had cerebral palsy.
2. He supposedly had cognitive delays.
3. He was our son.
So when we received the Bridge of Love update on this little guy a month after receiving our pre-approval, I could hardly click through the email fast enough.
His hobbies and interests and personality and passions were this beautiful and mysterious gift I couldn’t even wait to unwrap, and as I read each sentence over and over again, I felt God just intertwining my heart with his. I felt so hopeful and at peace about the way I imagined this little personality integrating into our home.
Until I saw them — the words that terrified me and made me wonder if we really had heard God correctly in the first place.
“Will not initiate contact with other kids.”
And I knew it.
He was going to die.
Orphanage life was not going to kill this beautiful, bashful soul.
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