First Goobye

Le Qiang was adopted yesterday, and he’s the first baby out of the 14 I look after to leave for his forever family.

The last evening that I had with him, I held him in my arms as he melted my heart with that huge, toothless, gum-bearing smile of his, and I prayed for him. I thanked God that he would finally have a daddy and mummy, and that he would finally have a family that loved him and gave him all the care and support that he needed. I prayed that he would grow up walking with God and loving Him, and becoming the man God wants him to be.

As I looked at him, 6 weeks worth of affection for this baby caused me to tear up.

He didn’t even know that his life would literally change overnight. I knew I’d miss him, but I couldn’t be happier that he was being adopted. I thought of how he came to the Door of Hope – how he’d been abandoned and could’ve died if no baby house had taken him in, and how he was given a second chance at life by being brought to the Door of Hope.

Now, he’s being given a second chance at a normal, good life with a lovely Christian family, thanks to adoption.

I miss my baby, but I know that he is, and will always be, in loving, safe arms.

PS: If you want to know more about the Door of Hope, here's an article the BBC wrote about it :)