As I sit here and write this post my heart is so heavy.  How can a child that you have never held, never seen in person, never sang to, never kissed,  own your heart and touch your life in such an enormous way?  I lay in bed at night praying for the daughters that I have never even met.  My arms ache to hold them and give them the love that they so deserve.  I pray that God will somehow let them know that their mommy and daddy are on their way, and they will never be alone again.


I watch my little Josiah who spends his days asking questions non-stop.  Who goes to the refrigerator to help himself to whatever snacks he wants.  Who runs around in his yard freely with his dog tagging along behind him. Who goes to bed at night with a full belly, a clean body, all snuggled up warm and secure.  Then I think of my precious girls and all children who spend their days alone, cold, and hungry.


I know my God has a plan and this was not it.  I am so thankful when I read blog after blog of families that are taking Gods precious babies to adopt and love the way he adopted and loves us!


I pray that each family adopting will be a shining light for how wonderful and fulfilling it is to bring one of Gods special children into their lives.  I pray that the American thinking of "I need me" time, and it's our time to relax, to travel, to retire, to buy more things will fade away and the truth of what is important and what brings real joy will be seen!