As an adoptive mom, I understand that there are some things that I may never really know about my children's early lives.
This morning, Grace asked me if we could talk about China.
Of course, I said yes.
Then, my sweet girl proceeded to tell me a story...
a story that broke my heart.
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Mama, when I was in China, my best friend die.
Her heart not work right.
It beat really fast.
We were excercising.
And it beat really slow.
And it stopped beating.
She die.
She was my best friend.
She slept right next to me.
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Sweet Jesus.
I have no idea why Grace would wait to share this story until she had been home for almost two years.
Perhaps it isn't true, at all.
But, on the other hand, I have no idea how Grace could have thought up the details of this story on her own.
She doesn't know anyone with heart issues.
We don't share these kinds of stories with our littlest, sensitive girl.
Either way.
It breaks my heart.
Becuase even if it isn't true.
It could be true.
And I don't know the whole of my daughter's life story.
And any child who has lived in an orphange has endured some pretty tough stuff.
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But, Mama, she happy now.
She with Jesus.
Precious daughter.
Beautiful girl.
I may never know the whole truth of your early life.
And that saddens my heart.
But, I also know there is One
who has never left you,
nor forsaken you.
And I can rest in the fact that you have always been loved.
By the only One who can love you perfectly.
And that is enough.
That is more than enough.