Last night as I was walking Micaiah and singing to her, I got a vision of when I was adopted. In the beginning I didn't much understand my new Fther. He was so big and foreign. I didn't understand His language or customs. I really didn't want to have anything to do with Him. But He wanted everything to do with me. How could a stranger love me like this? How could He put up with my whining and crying and selfish attitude? In fact, up until that point, that was all He really knew of me. But for some reason, my Father saw through my rotten behavior and loved me. He not only loved me, but He left His home, His world and came to mine to get me. And He paid a price that I must insist was way too high for a whiny little brat like me. I don't know how He did it... but looking at Micaiah... I'm beginning to understand a little.
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What a wonderful God we serve that He would bless your family with such a beautiful little angel. Your adoption of Micaiah is going to provide her with a life she could never have imagined in Guatemala. Pete, you're doing an awesome job as father, leader, and provider for your family, and it has been a privilege to walk with you this past year through the adoption process; thanks for letting me come along for the ride...
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