Constantly on our hearts.
Usually, several times a day, my daughter asks about her sister in Ethiopia. When will she get here? Is this dollar she puts in the orphan fund enough? Can we bring her home now? Why do we have to wait?
And she prays over her sister. Prays for enough food. Prays that she won’t be scared when she gets here. Prays that Jesus will take care of her today.
We can’t wait for the day She knows she is loved, wanted, cherished. A part of a family. She is waiting for us and we are waiting for her. When you have had adoption on your heart for as long as I have, the wait seems like it will never end. It looks to the world as if we are just starting this process. In reality, it started 35 years ago with a longing God put in my heart. I can’t wait until I can hold her in my arms, tell her how loved she is.