We all have butterflies in our stomachs. There is no real explanation. We are excited about whatever it is God has for us next, we guess. That is the only explanation we can come up with. I think it is awesome God has the four of us on the same level of excitedness and we can't help but wonder... are Monique, Junior and Frantzy excited too? We hope so!
There is not a day that goes by we haven't thought about, prayed, ponder on and wonder what about our Heaven Sent Haitians. Somehow Lord we hope and pray you are giving and showing them your perfect love. We can't help but hope that will sustain them until we can physically hold them in our arms and give them the earthly physical love and bonding every child needs.
We day dream about future Holidays together... What we will do next Thanksgiving together - ALL 7 of us! What will Christmas be like? I can see us standing around a piano singing Christmas carols in English and Creole while Amanda rocks them out on the keys with the fire flickering in the background and the tree lights dancing to the joy of our hearts! (I hope we can find a nice used piano sometime between now and then!)
I dream about our Heaven Sent Haitians at night too! Monique and Junior are always together but they always have Frantz on their mind. Like last night when for some reason Frantz was not with us but they brought me a picture of all three of them with a worried expression trying to ask that we were adopting him too. The dream of course ended with all 7 of us boarding the plane to come home! Tears of joy streaming down all our faces.
Will life be this perfect? Absolutely!! Now we are not saying we will not have bumps and bruises, we were foster parents for a few years, we have two teenagers, we know about bumps and bruises. The bumps and bruises will bring us closer together, that's our choice. Think about it, without the bumps and bruises of life how will we know how perfect life really is? Much less to celebrate a holiday together - all 7 of us?
Lord, please expedite all pending adoptions, not just ours - every single one. Open the hearts of the judges, the paper pushers in immigration, the IBESR, the consolate, the social workers, whomever might be slowing the process. We ask Lord that you soften their hearts towards the needs of the children to have a home, a mom and a dad and in some cases siblings. A bed to call their own, clothes and toys to call their own. A home Lord, please open the doors and allow your children to come home to the homes you chose for them!
I can't stop thinking of all the orphans... Thank you Lord for breaking my heart for what breaks yours and continue to break it until my heart is yours!
