In less than 5 days, we will be on a plane to Ethiopia to meet our sweet Marvel.
For some reason, I can't seem to shake the fear that something could still go wrong.
No one has given me any indication that would warrant my fear, but it's still there...in the back of my mind...
Whispering to me that if I let myself dive into the deep end of excitement?
I could easily drown there.
I can't adequately describe what that little boy's smile does to me....It melts me into a puddle of goo and I get lost in dreamland staring at his face, wondering about how it will feel to snuggle up with him and give eskimo kisses and watch him play
I've discovered it's impossible to securely guard your heart from that kind of emotion...and as much as it pains me to realize that I haven't done a very good job, I can't help but wonder if God intended it this way?
I mean, Love? Loss? Grief? Healing? Aren't those written into the very framework of our faith?
Aren't we closer to Jesus because we know these things?
Aren't we better able to be His hands and feet to the hurting because we've walked these paths?
They aren't easy.
No one with half a brain would try to suggest they are.
But, having been down this road before, I can wholeheartedly say that God carried me in the times when I was certain I couldn't take another step.
And I have every confident that He's going to carry me this time too.
No matter what awaits us...
Of course...we're praying This is what awaits us.
|This is the "Robot Pillow" I sent with a family recently. |
My heart stopped when I saw the joy it brought him!