Eight years ago we walked into a government office in China as a family of three, and walked out a short time later as a family of four.
From the first moment I saw your precious face on my computer screen (several months before I saw it in person), until today - your heart, your intelligence, your strong-willedness - you, Noah, have grown me and stretched me. As a mother. As a person. As a Christ-follower.
You continually amaze me with the things that come out of your mouth, the things you are thinking and pondering. I have always referred to you as my little boy-man. It is very easy to forget that you are 9-years old...and not 49. But then something will happen that brings it back to me. A couple days ago, after we'd all just finished reading the biography of Cameron Townsend together, you said that you felt like God may be calling you to be a linguist missionary, translating the bible into the heart language of an unreached people group somewhere around the world. And then a few hours later you said that maybe, instead, you wanted to be a famous soccer player.
Noah, I pray for you. I pray that you know - always remember - how wide and high and deep is the love that Christ has for you. I pray you feel that in your very depth. I pray that you hold on to the faith and excitement you have for our Savior. He has plans for you....good plans.
I am so blessed to be your mama. And I am so blessed to have a front-row seat, as we discover what His plans for you are.