I begin this Lent season with a heavy heart burdened for my son whom I have not yet met. Longing to meet him and concerned with possible changes in the government.
Wishing I could talk with leaders and make them understand how this could affect our son, others like him and the families who are waiting for their children
Wishing they could understand how much I love him already. Wishing they could understand the sacrifices we have made and are willing to make for his welfare and to give him life and a future. Wishing they could understand the sacrifices his birth family have made to give him hope and life.
As I sit here contemplating/praying this on this rainy Wednesday morning—I heard my Father say “I understand.”
How He must have felt the same as He walked this earth. Longing for us to understand how much He loved us. Wishing we understood the depth of the sacrifice He had made and was going to make. Wanting us to know that He offered LIFE and HOPE.
As we have walked through many things this past year and have been through the Refiner’s fire a bit (admittedly, sometimes I have been kicking and screaming through it.)
I can say—that through it all I have been given bigger glimpses of our Father’s heart—and it’s a beautiful thing.