So I stare at the sky and think how on earth could this happen?
And in the next breath, why can't I be the one to hold CJ as his mama?
know in our lifetimes but just CAN'T SEE IT YET.
I have e-mails in my inbox that speak of adoptive families that keep writing me
because I've held their sons and daughters IN MY ARMS
and they want to know how they feel and smell and their smile
and everything about them because they long for them because they are their babies.
the last room on the second story. I'm overwhelmed and amazed and shriek with happiness and sob
tears of thankfulness. There are 4 OF MY BABIES NOW MATCHED with their families.
Because He is the One Who SEES, Who hears our brokenhearted prayers,
and Who answers in the tenderest way possible: "Beloved. You are MINE."
so the families would have lonely hearts, so the orphans in the foreign cradles could come home,
so DEATH would be destroyed forever, so the cancer would one day be gone, so our reunions would
be neverending, so the joyful heart with a dying body would be healed and with Jesus and be HOME.