Sweet Gift

While we were waiting to speak at the church in San Antonio, I had a few moments to visit with John Bentley's daughter, Emily. She is around 16 years old I think. She was such a blessing to me, more than she'll ever know, because she shared little stories about Max.

She said that all of the nannies love him, because while most of the children wake up crying, that Max always wakes up happy and laughing.

She said that one time he was visiting at their house and asked if they (the Bentley family) would adopt him. Emily explained to him that her family couldn't, but that another family would. The next time he visited there, he told Emily that he was going to have a family soon and that he would have a house to live in with his family, and that she could visit him there.

Now that story warmed my heart. Jason and I will never know what exactly Max thinks and understands about adoption and about all that will transpire soon. But he does understand that he will have a family....YEAH!

She also told me that after he received his first care package from us, he was showing her what he had gotten. He told her, "My daddy sent me a backpack, it's mine, and you didn't get one!" He said this with a smile and a laugh. That little boy certainly has a sense of humor.

I could have sat and talked with Emily all night, but then I would have missed out on incredible worship time and hearing John speak. But what a sweet, precious gift it was to hear a little bit about our son. I have carried the stories with me since that evening and often find myself reliving them in my head. I can't wait to meet this little gift.