Together. What a beautiful word.
Lately my 7 year old had been drawing a lot of pictures of us together with her adopted sister-to-come.
I am pushing through tons of paperwork. I am working on fundraising. I am making crafts like crazy, getting ready for craft fairs to help raise the money to get our girl home from Ethiopia.
It’s hard to know she is there waiting and we are here waiting and I can’t make this go any faster. All I can do is keep doing the next thing and trusting God to provide and bring her home in His perfect time. When I lose sight of the final goal, being consumed by the minute details of today, my daughter shows up with another drawing. It’s always me in the middle holding hands with one little girl on each side.
And I get a beautiful glimpse of the future. The future where we are finally united. Holding hands, walking through life.
It’s a breath of fresh air to me. Joy flows into me and I can’t stop smiling. I can hardly wait until these drawings are reality. Until then, I’ll keep looking at the someday of togetherness, and holding on to hope.
We’re coming, little one.