A recurring theme lately seems to be the principal of compensation, as in like Maria in
Sound of Music saying, "When the Lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window." Today one of my friends posted about an experience she had some years before her son was born with a boy that her son reminds her of, a boy in daycare who was drawn to her in a public place. One of the comments on the post was from someone who'd been in daycare herself & remembered looking longingly at families all together (sorry if I'm totally misquoting). It made me think to post something I've been thinking about for awhile on a somewhat related note . . .
About a month after Nathan left us, our sweet little blond boy with big brown eyes, another baby was born to a family we didn't know existed, a little blond boy with sparkling blue eyes. When he was about ten months old, we were introduced to his family through rather convoluted connections and have been sitting for him during business hours since then. He's just a month or so older than our 3rd child, so it's a little like having twins. And, during weekdays, it means that even though I have just three children, I nevertheless have four. I sometimes wonder if there's any sort of greater design to the whole thing, like whether we can somehow help Mr. B (my blog name for our charge) in some way, and if Nathan is saved for later in part so that we can do something for Mr. B now. I don't know, and honestly I feel uncomfortably self-righteous thinking about things like "I'm so crucial to so and so . . ." when I know full well that the Lord can do very well what needs doing regardless of any so-called importance on my part. What I do find interesting, though, is that He saw fit to, at least part time, send us another little blond boy to fill in for awhile for the one He took back home.