As I tucked my children into bed tonight, my heart was aching for my second daughter. When God places a child in your heart, it is the most beautiful and painful feeling all at the same time. Tonight, it seems especially long until she finally comes home to us. As I again talked through the Christmas story with Sierra and Corban, I enjoyed the picture they made in their snuggly pajamas, nearly hidden beneath the layers of covers with sleep showing its nearness in their eyes. Finally, we prayed together for angels to surround them and keep them safe. I prayed they would whisper sweet dreams to them. And we prayed for their sister that she would have someone teaching her about baby Jesus this Christmas. We prayed that her bed would be warm tonight; and we prayed she would have someone to hold her. As the days go by, I seem to be praying more and more incessently for her protection. I pray so often that there is someone that touches her in loving and meaningful ways- hugs, high fives, kisses, and tickles. I'll be honest, I teared up praying for her with my children tonight. Father, as I watch our friends go through their adoption journeys and the heartache and waiting involved, I think I'm just not strong enough to go through this. I could never just quit, but will my heart be broken beyond repair? But I know you will carry us through somehow and one day, I'll be tucking four children into bed and praying over them and watching the sleep enter her eyes as well. I pray it comes quickly and I pray them same for our friends.
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