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Show Shared Son 3 been thinking about our side of the relationship and had overlooked the most important aspect - how difficult it would be for ten-year-old Wayne to leave his family and come to live with total strangers whose ways were unfamiliar to him. I thought of my own son, the same age, being faced with such a situation. I longed to hug Wayne and reassure him. Instead I asked if he would help weed the petunias. As he knelt and plunged his small brown hands into the earth, I realized that this was a familiar task and gave him some relief from his emotions. As we worked together he occasionally smiled up at me in a way I'll never forget. I tucked him into his new bunk bed in John's room that first night and he was asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the long bus trip to Utah, riding the bicycle, weeding the flowers and meeting his new family. As we looked at him sleeping and saw what an appealing child he was, we silently prayed that we could meet his needs. The next day, Sunday, Wayne was rested and seemed at least resigned to being part of things. After he had squirmed and fidgeted through Sunday School and Church he asked, "Do we always go to church this long?" Day Three ended with Family Home Evening. Since Wayne hadn't spoken much we wondered whether to call on him to participate in scripture reading. When his turn came, Doug asked whether or not he would like to read. He nodded. And then as we waiter nervously, he took the Bible in his lap and confidently began: "But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." (Matthew 6:33) Our relief was almost audible. From across the room, I saw Wayne put his |