Earlier this week we received two more pictures of Judah. They told us that he was born on December 20, 2005. That was our three-year anniversary! That also makes him a little more than five months old right now. And at five months old, he only weighs 9.5 pounds. I think my baby brother Greg (who's twenty years old now) weighed 10 pounds 7 ounces when he was born. Welcome to abandoned African babies.
We have five total pictures now. In a sense, they're like ultrasounds for us, except they're post-birth and outside the womb. And we're thousands of miles away. But the Lord is there, and the Lord is here, and we rest in that.
The crazy thing is that if I love my not-yet-adopted and not-yet-legal son this much already (and I've never even met him), how much must God love His Son? I think if I understood how strong the bond of intra-trinitarian love is, it would do at least three things: challenge me in a ton of ways, make sense out of some things, and confuse the heck out of other things. It does all three at once when you think about this: "My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?"