Paul and I went to church today- our "home" church (which we haven't been to in a month of Sundays, and that's a story for another day). Aside from the awkwardness that exists when you go some place that used to be home and now you feel like a total stranger, I was overcome by a flood of emotions. I'm usually a bit emotional in church anyway. When the message is right and I'm feeling it in my bones it's not unusual for me to cry a bit. I made it through the service pretty well and returned to my seat after communion and proceeded to pray. I made it through my 'list' of usual prayers and began to ask God to bless and keep our daughter, as I always do, and the tears began to come. It's silly, but she's always been "real" in my heart, but now... now she's REAL. Somewhere in an orphanage there's a baby girl waiting for us to come get her. I guess it's the waiting part that made me teary. For so long we've been waiting for her, and now she's waiting on us. I wonder if God, who placed her in my heart so long ago, has placed us in her heart, too? Does she have a sense of peace and knowing that soon her family is coming to get her? I can't believe what a softie I am (those of you who really know me, know that's really who I am anyway). My eyes are filling up now just thinking about it again.
The conclusion I've come to, based on nothing but my faith, is that He must be watching over her and all the other little babies who have no momma to rock them tonight. For that and the innumerable gifts and blessing He has given us, I am thankful beyond measure. Our God is an awesome God.
Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
