Truth

The truth for today:

I'm discouraged.

In my heart of hearts, I know that God's timing is absolutely perfect. And I trust that. But, oh my goodness, the adoption process is threatening my sanity at times.

There are SO.MANY.KIDS who need a forever home. They're waiting. Dreaming. Wishing.

Our family is nowhere close to perfect, but I think we have a healthy home to offer another child.

And yet we wait.  It's been a year now. We still wait.  I look at website full of available kids every day. I've put in requests for kids from California, Florida, Idaho, Ohio, Washington, etc. It's a long list.

And we wait.

Child,
I don't know who you are or where you are... but we pray for you. We pray that you're safe and loved and fed right now. And we wait.

Daddy's Girl

This is an old blog post I wrote. I came across it today... and it was what I needed to read.



I spent way too long this morning searching through Google Images... trying to find the picture that's been stuck in my brain for the last year.  Apparently this picture only exists in my head.  The funny thing about that is that I'm mental-image-handicapped.  I typically can't picture anything in my head at all. (annoying!)

A little boy, in a well-worn baseball uniform, is sitting on a bench.

I'm thinking it wasn't his best game ever- he looks a bit disappointed in himself.

His dad is standing behind him with his hands on the boy's shoulders.

Dad's expression says, "This is my child... and I'm so proud of him."

I have referred to God as my "Heavenly Father" for years- but it never settled well in my heart.  I'm so very thankful for the image that He has stamped on the forefront of my brain. 

 "You are my child.... and I'm so proud of you."

I won't drop you.

I adore you.

I have plans for you that you can't even begin to imagine.

I'll walk beside you on your journey...

and I'll never, ever let go.

I will always have time for you.

I am so proud of you.

Now relax, my child.

Stop worrying.

This world isn't yours to fix.

You are not a disappointment to me.

You are mine.

And I love you.