Connection...There's a connection a mother has with her children. For me, it's almost as if there is a small part of the umbilical cord that remains, causing me to have a keen sense of their hurts, fears, joys. It's a wonderful thing to know someone in this way but also very overwhelming. To feel another's pain, almost as if the hurt is yours, is a feeling words cannot describe very well. Sometimes one of my children will ask me, Mom, how did you know? I don't have the answer--perhaps it comes from the time they spent within my womb--the time when we were like ONE. But that doesn't seem possible when mother's of adopted children have the same keen sense. And so, perhaps, we gain that connection as we care for a child with all of our hearts and souls. To me, it doesn't matter where it came from. I am just so thankful to God for it. This sense, this connection to me is a gift from our Father. He is allowing us just a small window into how he feels for me. He called me before I was born, he called my name at my birth (Isaiah 49:1). He created me, every unique detail, in my mother's womb. And so, when I hurt--He hurts. When I laugh with joy--He laughs; When I fear--He knows that fear; When I cry out-I--He hears; And to give me even a small glimpse of His love for me by allowing me to experience it with my own children is...indescribable.

Thank you God for my children. They are a window for me to experience Your Love. A love that is indescribable, so deep it's beyond my comprehension.