All the normal life stuff seems heavy.
All the adoption stuff seems oppressive.
I spent the past week delivering auction items.
Over and over again I shared our story.
Over and over I told of God's faithfulness and provision...to the very people He was using to provide for our needs.
Over and over I heard the words that were coming out of my own mouth but still my heart is reluctant to fully believe those things.
I sit here crying once again, aching for this part of the journey to be over.
I know that there is a greater purpose for each delay, each impediment, and each bump in the road.
At this moment I don't want to believe that though. I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to crawl back into bed and sleep until it is over.
I am weary of this sojourn.
For Real: I need you to pray for me.
|Picking up N2 from the airport in December. I want to be in the airport with these two right now!|
In a few years will you remind me of this?
Will you remind me how low I felt and how He proved faithful?
Will you tell my daughters this part of their story over and over again?