Last updated on June 3, 2025
Please remember to pray for the unborn, especially during this time of attack on our families.
You can visit my website at https://www.lorilynroberts.com/weblogonlinediary/ for a downloadable free pamphlet on adoption, which might persuade a woman to place her baby for adoption instead of having an abortion.
For my daughter’s 11th birthday, I gave her a kitten. If her birthmother had chosen to abort her, I wouldn’t have Joy.
Psalm 13:13-17 (NIV)
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Here is a short excerpt from Lorilyn’s adoption memoir, Children of Dreams:
And my daughters from the ends of the earth.
Isaiah 43:7
April 21, 1994
AS THE PLANE soared high above the airport in Seoul, Korea, I stared out the window where the buildings and roads below looked like a child’s matchbox set. I felt alone but excited.
A beautiful three-year-old girl, Manisha, was waiting for me in Nepal. I pulled out my only three pictures of her and clasped them tightly. I tried to imagine the moment I would meet her. After eight long years following a painful divorce, would God bless me with a daughter?
As we left Korea and headed toward Bangkok, Thailand, the flight attendant prepared the trays for dinner. My eyes became heavy as the muffled noise of the plane engine lulled me into a light sleep. Soon, I found myself surrounded by stately dark walls and shadows. One voice pierced my heart.
“I took away her dreams.”
The words echoed through the judge’s chambers, carving deep rivets in my soul. The streams of love had long since become a dried riverbed in my husband’s heart. The judge paused, taking in my husband’s lame confession. He had heard it all before. Williams vs. Williams was just one more case on his busy docket. I wished he could assuage my sorrow, but he couldn’t.
As the judge signed the divorce decree, I doubted I would ever be happy again. My husband had left me for another woman who carried his child. My dreams of becoming a mother lay in a discarded heap. Thirty years old, childless, and divorced, I was without hope. Feeling like a failure, could I believe God loved me and would heal my broken heart? Did God even care?
I had hit rock bottom, and there was no place else to turn. I thought of what Corrie ten Boom once said, “There is no pit so deep but Christ is deeper still.” It was her ability to forgive the Nazis after World War II that impressed me. How could she do that? How could she forgive those who had caused her sister and herself so much pain and humiliation? I desperately wanted children and didn’t want to admit that my ex-husband had just taken away my dreams.
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