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When I look into your eyes, God is granting me a glimpse of what’s to come: warmth and love, wholeness. His discerning hand working, blessing us with children. I see challenges and difficulties, but with His help, nothing insurmountable. We have strength and confidence to provide for our children and love them unconditionally.   Our children- A patchwork quilt of love: A brilliant child- once institutionalized and neglected- who knew no comfort or hope- knows love and belonging. A healthy child- once lonely and scared with an aching, distended stomach- is now happy and strong. An able child- once contorted, powerless to walk, left isolated and discarded- takes steps to accomplish dreams. I see their smiles.   I feel their joy. We are family. They are growing and thriving- achieving and succeeding. We believe in them. Though only glimmers in your eyes, they are beautiful and we love them.
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
When I Look into Your Eyes
When I look into your eyes, God is granting me a glimpse of what’s to come: warmth and love, wholeness. His discerning hand working, blessing us with children. I see challenges and difficulties, but with His help, nothing insurmountable. We have strength and confidence to provide for our children and love them unconditionally.   Our children- A patchwork quilt of love: A brilliant child- once institutionalized and neglected- who knew no comfort or hope- knows love and belonging. A healthy child- once lonely and scared with an aching, distended stomach- is now happy and strong. An able child- once contorted, powerless to walk, left isolated and discarded- takes steps to accomplish dreams. I see their smiles.   I feel their joy. We are family. They are growing and thriving- achieving and succeeding. We believe in them. Though only glimmers in your eyes, they are beautiful and we love them.
My wife and I are passionate about adoption.  Although we cannot right now, we want to have big family- some children of our own, some adpoted...all gifts from God.
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
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