Friday, 27 November 2015
You Come From Love
You come from love.
We are dancing in circles, my son and I.
I am singing a verse from a song he has always loved, even when he was a baby.
The book of love has music in it, in fact it's where music come from...
He holds my hands tighter and smiles a smile that covers his entire face.
Then being silly I change the words "The book of love has William in it, in fact it's where William comes from..."
And I look at him laughing "Do you come from the book of love? I think you do!"
He laughs and I say to him more seriously "You do come from love. Remember that."
You come from love.
My thoughts flash backward to several years ago. My husband and I are sitting in a quiet, dim conference room, chairs in a semi circle, many couples there with us. So many expressions on so many faces. Overwhelm. Grief. Struggle. Strength. The air is heavy with anxiety. Some women are crying. Many of them are brought here by heartbreaking situations. Many are bowed under the weight of indescribable grief.
The attention is focused on a woman at the front of the room asking us to think about what we will do if we learn that the child we adopt is a result of violence or rape. Will we be honest with them? What will we say? How will we say it?
It's too much. It's too heavy. The air is too still.
And who knows? Who knows? Who knows what they will say in this situation?
Some children are a result of love and some of violence and some of indifference.
Today as I looked at my son and asked him jokingly if he came from love, I suddenly felt the truth of it in my heart. Of course he comes from love. Of course he does. I don't know if he is the result of a loving relationship between his biological mother and father but I know he comes from love.
Every fiber of his being was created in love. Knit together in his mother's womb with the deepest, greatest, purest, most eternal love. Created in the brilliance of the love of the Heavenly Father.
My sons, I promise you, you come from love.