Proof The Bible Is True

My 13-year-old daughter was known for her enthusiasm. Excitement was Maddi’s nature. But the day she returned from a mission trip to China, she was practically ecstatic. She couldn’t stop talking about the orphaned babies the group had spent time with. “Mom,” she said, “there were so many. I held them. I played with them. I made them laugh and coo.”

“That’s nice, honey,” I said. She’ll be a good mother someday, I thought. Until then she had a lot to learn about babies. I certainly had no desire to return to the days of diaper changing, bottle washing and constant supervision. My son, Zach, was 11. He and Maddi were fairly independent now. I liked having that freedom for myself and more time to spend with my husband, Lance. My family was exactly the way I wanted it to be.

Maddi kept talking. “I have an idea,” she said. “I set my heart on it the minute I walked into the orphanage in Shantou.” She grabbed my hands, her eyes bright. “Mom,” she said, “let’s adopt one of those babies.”

Maddi’s confession startled me so much, all I could do was laugh.She looked crushed. “I’m serious!”

“I know,” I said. “But we could never do something like that.”

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