It is with a sad heart, but joyous hope

This story really pulls at my heart strings. Adoption is a beautiful thing. The men and women that put their hearts and souls into nurturing others is so heart warming. I thank God for each and every one of them, both adoptive and foster parents.

The reason I share this with a sad heart is because this year my daughter got married. It was a beautiful ceremony, and my heart was moved…as my son-in-law’s father walked my daughter down the isle. Yes, I did say son-in-law’s father. The reason this man walked my daughter down the isle and not my daughters biological father was because her biological father, just a few weeks before the wedding, disowned her. She had learned that he had adopted three sons from his new wife and had neither told her about it nor invited her to the adoption hearing. Her heart was broken, and he got mad at her and told her that he “didn’t need friends like her in his life”…and that was that.

The beauty, the joy in this is that another man stood up. Another man has proven to my daughter that just because one man is ugly in nature, that not all men are. Another family raised their son right, and the love and honor part of wedding vows can hold true. Indeed, family does not have to be blood. It is in the Spirit that we align.

Matthew 12:48-50  “But Jesus answered the one who was telling Him and said, “Who is My mother and who are My brothers?” 49And stretching out His hand toward His disciples, He said, “Behold My mother and My brothers! 50“For whoever does the will of My Father who is in heaven, he is My brother and sister and mother.” ~NASB~

https://www.11alive.com/article/life/family/kent-county-adoption-day/69-c037502e-f0ae-4dbb-a1f0-38744b17c127?fbclid=IwAR2dzwII3ASgJv0PL8bGa3IF88ATSKfOi7euQImAL4tGCbLdbdXUONsAL4A

 

By Yarn Zen Fibers

Many years ago, I was outside playing kickball with the neighborhood kids. My grandmother called me inside and quickly informed me that "Young ladies do not play with boys!". And she sat me down beside her and taught me my first set of crochet stitches. I do not recall my age, exactly, but do remember I was still in my single digits. Today I am very much grateful for her passing this skill down to me. It has saved my life in so many ways. I have used it as physical and emotional therapy more times than I can count...

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