From God's Arms to My Arms to Yours

I first heard this song when I was in high school and remember liking it then, but it not having any major impact on my life. My mom gave it to me again after we brought Seneca home and I can't listen to the whole thing without tearing up. I feel like we had such a wonderful unique experience with Seneca's birth mother and am so appreciative of the incredible gift she helped deliver to us.

I have a very firm testimony that we are supposed to have the children that we do and that this little girl is here to accomplish great things. I can not begin to imagine the courage and sacrifice that D (Senny's birth mom) went through during her pregnancy and following her delivery. As Seneca's birthday approaches, I have been reflecting on how she came to be. I have an image in my mind of D sitting in the hospital waiting room on the day we went to get Seneca. She was holding her little girl, staring at her face as if trying to memorize her little features. She had tears streaming down her face and kept saying, "I love you," so quietly to her baby girl.

As the mom on the other side of this exchange, I had thoughts float in and out of my head of D changing her mind, of her falling so in love with her baby in the first two weeks that she wouldn't go through with it. She didn't waiver once. At least not that we are aware of. She expressed her commitment to this decision in every conversation with the social workers. I could not be more grateful that she was in tune with the spirit through this process and knew this sweet little girl belonged in our home. Some have questioned or wondered about the openness of our relationship with D, but honestly, how could I deny her any update or photo after the gift she has given me? It seems a pretty small price to pay in return.

This song helps me remember that while the logic of a birth mother's decision to place her baby for adoption may seem clear, the emotions involved are deep.