Digital introductions sound so forced and flat considering I have no idea who is reading on the other side of the screen.
I find it awkward introducing myself to you without us being face to face. I’d much rather invite you into my kitchen, offer you sweet tea or lemon water, and then sit you down at the bar with a bowl of fresh guacamole and a handful of chips.
Since that isn’t possible, I’ll settle for the typical welcome letter, but please know I’m truly glad you’re here.
This little spot is my virtual cliff.
It’s the place where I jump off the edge flinging words as I plunge into the internet wilderness. It’s not a move seeking risk or thrills or attention. It’s just obedience to God.
He’s the One asking me to write my adoption reunion story. Jumping off a real cliff would require less courage.
When I typed the first post, it felt like labor pains. The words hurt and ripped and opened and exposed private places I’d only shared with family and close friends, but in the process a miracle was birthed- first in me and then others.
I named my adoption reunion story, Eyes of a Stranger. My prayer is you will see the eyes of Christ and His amazing healing power in every line.
You see, this isn’t a story about me. It’s about Him.
I’ve tried to make it easy for you to follow along by numbering the posts much like chapters in a book.