I can't explain the emotions I'm going through right this very minute.
Everyone is calling wishing me well travels.
My house is cleaned and dinner is in the oven.
My bags are by the door and my paper work is finished.
My heart is so heavy with leaving my children behind.
My heart is so full with the thought of meeting Joseph for the first time.
I have packed his bag with his little toys and clothes and I'm not sure anything
I'm bringing him will fit. I'm not sure what he likes to eat or what formula
he is on. I don't know him at all. So if you can walk with me when I kneel down
for the first time and raise his little body up to mine. What is that going to
feel like? For him and me? I hope he can see alittle of his mom in me at that
moment.I hope I can breath my life into him, so that he knows that I have come
along way be able to lift him up and hold him close. But my road is in no way a
comparison to the road he has had to travel. Losing his mom..I pray that God will use
me to super glue the cracks back together again. Losing something or someone is
never something you can just move on from. You have to heal and you have to trust
The Lord that he sees the BIG picture when we only see the little.
My life is about to change. Our life is about to change. We are bringing this little
guy home and I can't wait.
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