Little did we anticipate that our eyes would land on something else that would change the trajectory of our lives forever.
            While staying with church planter friends who had themselves housed multitudes of orphans, our host, Phebe, pointed out a tiny girl squatting over a hairbrush on the side of a busy street. She explained that the child was collecting hair to sell, as that was probably the only way she would get a bite to eat that week. This haunting spectacle was not a one-off. Over and over again we saw young children alone on the street, gaunt, hollow-eyed, and so little that they should’ve still been rocked to sleep by loving arms. Our host explained that the future was even more grim for these slum-dog children, and especially the little girls. In a county still bound up in the Caste system, there was not a hope for those born at the bottom rung.

      We were ready to bring home a little girl then and there, but we were disappointed to learn that adoption to foreigners was prohibited. It was not until our move to the USA in 2019 that we learned through a friend’s photos on Facebook of their new daughter’s homecoming that India had at last opened adoption to the West. After lots of prayer, we decided to take the leap for ourselves, and we opened our application with Lifeline to adopt from India.
      The road has felt long and often tedious, and along the way, our family has grown with the blessing of our Harry. But now, as we near the matching phase and look forward to seeing our child’s face and being able to pray for him or her by name, we know that it’s all been worth it. The Lord has brought us this far, and He will be faithful to see us through to “Gotcha Day” and anon. To Him be the glory!