Tonight I needed to share a movie with Nancy, a movie about abandonment, and adoption. You see, a wonderful couple adopted Nancy as an infant, and I was privileged to meet her father once before he died. Then, too soon, she died as well.
Nancy was hurt, twice, by her birth mother; once when her parents told her that another woman had birthed her, and again, years later, when that woman refused to allow Nancy to know her.
And I can’t share that movie with Nancy. Not any more.
I know full well Nancy is now in her Savior’s loving arms, and he has answered all her questions completely, in ways I can’t begin to understand.
But I can’t share that movie, or anything else with Nancy. Not any more.
Her loving Savior has fulfilled all her needs, dreams and desires, so she no longer needs anything I can give her. Not any more.