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I don’t know who either of you are. You may not even be alive.
But since I cannot send you a note, send you some photos, send you help or whatever it is you may need, I am writing this little post on a blog. I am fairly certain you will never see it, but because it is on my heart to do so, I’m stuffing this post into the bottle of my blog, and tossing it into the internet sea...
I have your children.
I’m a middle-aged white guy in the northwest corner of the United States; a small place called Canby, Oregon.
I adopted your children twelve years ago.
I want you to know some things.
First, I want you to know that they are happy and greatly loved. They are in a family and they are cared for. They are fed, they are taken to the doctor when they are ill, and they go to school.
I want you to know that they are a part of a community. They have friends. They go to church and are greatly loved there. They believe in God and He loves them greatly, and they know it.
They left your town, Carrefour, when they were quite little, Isaac was an infant. I know the war was terrible, and I know you probably believe them dead, if you survived, that is. But they are tall and healthy now.
To the mother of Jeremiah: I know terrible things happened to my son when he was there. But I want you to know that giving him life was the greatest gift! He struggles with many things, but he smiles all the time and I love him so much I gladly protect him with my life. Thank you so much for his life.
To the mother of Isaac: I know you loved him. I know you did things you felt were best for him, and I want you to know that he is bright-eyed, generous, sweet, and kind. That though he struggles with some things, as all people do, he is going to be a fine young man soon and I am very proud of him. You should be also. Thank you for my son’s life.
These children are so precious to me.
Thank you, both of you.
God has sent them to be in a safe place, and they are greatly loved.
Heavenly Father... Please send light into the darkness of Haiti. Please send people who can help those who suffer there. Please send people who can help those there who do not know You. And Lord, if the women who bore my children still live, please help them to know that good has come from their lives, despite the violence, and the pain, and death. Lord, thank You for my children, for fulfilling this desire in us to raise a family. I am grateful. Amen.
I watched a video today which inspired me to write this post:
The Musician is Mark Schultz, and the song is "Everything to me"