“No Longer Motherless Daughters” on MOD
She lost her tooth on another continent. She learned to write her name there, and how to use the potty. Someone other than me taught her that girls like frilly dresses, but that it doesn’t keep them from playing in the dirt.
Her milestones, to date, are my mysteries.
We’ve named her Hope. She doesn’t know her new name yet – a whole new set of letters to learn – but she’s already becoming, for us, her namesake. One day she, herself, will breathe deep the reality of this name.
One day she’ll know the security that comes from a father’s embrace.
Until then, we wait.
Our (already unconventional) family is inviting two other children, not by my womb. Hope and a second, whose identity we’re anxiously awaiting.
One of our primary missions as a family was crystallized not too long ago: the family-less. We are called to raise up orphans. Life’s wrinkles have revealed to me that this is no greater or no worse than any other call. I look through the lens of beauty at my neighbor’s call, different but still glorious. Continue Reading Here –>