As I have been following what has happened in a hospital room in Texas I can't help think about little Chrissie. How her life has been nothing short of a miracle since the day she was born...and the miracles are continuing right up to this moment. But the biggest difference is she now has a family to sit by her side as her tiny body fights and fights to stay alive. What a story of adoption, of a family's selfless love for their new daughter, of a daughters love for a family she has only known for 6 short months. And of God who loves them all. I am overwhelmed with it all but grateful for the opportunity to follow along..watching one miracle after another.
I can't help but think of our sweet friend Grace..who left us this past November. How her short life had touched so many people and continues to do so. Grace's family will be traveling soon to China..to bring home their daughter Isabella. This adoption was started before Grace got sick and the family decided to go ahead and continue....because Grace had so touched their lives.
And I think of Sierra,,and what the future holds for her...and how in the space of one year she has brought such joy to so many people. I can't imagine our lives without her in it. I think about her past and hope that the wounds are not too deep. She is healing..that I know. But because there is so little I don't know its hard to predict how bad the scars will be. We see glimpses of the hurt. We see little snapshots of life in the orphanage. This week has been hard on me..she has pushed me away more times than I can count. All she wants is her Daddy.( I don't blame her...he is an awesome father!!!) I know its normal, I know she is testing and I tell her its OK, I love you. Today was better. We are together all day and I love every minute but I have to be the one to say "no" or to correct an unwanted behavior. But tonight she said Mama, I love you and I love Daddy!