june 26, 2010 - the day that a painfully small baby was born into the arms of his mother in ethiopia. as most women there do, she labored and delivered him in the difficult conditions of her home, and after naming him after her father, she quietly walked - son in her arms - to the local orphanage and asked them to care for the child she called eyoel.
the world would say that this baby came into existence wrongly by an unknown man who forced his way, took what wasn't his. but i know in my heart that it's so much more than that.
"for you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. i praise you because i am fearfully and wonderfully made."
four weeks after his arrival at the orphanage, eyoel's paperwork was finally processed and he was given a new family. a new name. we began the final steps in the process of adopting judah alexander lewis as our own.
the lord numbered judah's days at forty-nine here on this earth and the rest will be spent in an eternity with him in heaven.
scripture tells us that god has a plan for each of our lives, but how much can a small, sickly baby really accomplish in a few short weeks? ask these ladies...i bet they've got the answer. we met them because of judah. we love and serve them because the lord graciously ushered them into our lives through judah's death.
as we sang songs of praise this morning at church, tears formed in my eyes as i remembered the immeasurable joy our family had on the day judah was birthed into our lives.
but even more than that, i wept with comfort and anticipation of the promise we also sang about: "hallelujah, he has saved me. sin and death shall reign no more!"
come, lord jesus!
"...weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning."