It’s 11:30 pm. Mark is due to arrive at our city’s airport at anytime and I’m lying in bed still awake, waiting for a text message that will tell me he’s arrived safely. My stomach starts to growl. Not because I didn’t eat…I’d had a bowl of left-over broccoli potato soup and a handful of nuts for dinner. But that was hours ago and not enough to stick with me.
My thoughts drift to my daughters. Not knowing where they are or how old they are, but knowing that likely they’re already born, sometimes I wonder what kind of life they’re experiencing right now. So last night, I was wondering, “Are they too going to bed hungry?” Are they in a poor orphanage that has to ration the amount of formula each child gets? Or maybe it’s adequate in quantity, but not in quality and lacks the nutrients their little bodies need. Are they crying at night when their bellies get hungry? Or have they learned that even crying doesn’t help because they won’t get any response? My heart shudders at these thoughts.
Or maybe, just maybe, they’re in the small minority of orphans whose conditions are the best they possibly could be. Maybe they’re warm and well-fed and living with a foster mommy and daddy who love them. Maybe they’re in a bright and cheerful and well-funded orphanage where most all their needs are being met. Still, they need me, they need Mark. They need a forever family.
God, I know that you’ve chosen them for us and us for them. Protect and provide for them now and unite us soon.
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The waiting is so hard I will say a prayer you hear something soon we are also waiting for a referral.
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