When I first considered adoption, I wondered, “Could I love someone else’s child the way I love my own?”
Then we met Ruth, who came to Maine for physical therapy.
At eighteen-months-old, she was too weak to lift her head due to cerebral palsy.
For all the times I had imagined adopting, I had never imagined adopting a child like this.
Yet, Ruth needed a home and, we had one.
So, we adopted her.
We were privileged to love and care for Ruth for six years.
Then God brought her home.
Was love enough?
“And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me,'” Matthew 25:40.