dream

I woke up July 12th from a dream that I was holding my Sweet P.  It made me physically sick to my stomach and hung like a dark cloud over my head for a couple days.  I just long for her so much to be home with us!  It renewed my prayers for her paperwork to be sent soon.  

So far we have only seen her at two points of her little life:  a video of her a day after her 1st birthday and pictures of her in April when she was 1.5 years.  I look at those pictures every single day and wonder what she is doing, what she is eating, what she is saying.  

We recently got a letter from our agency letting us know about some new procedures to the adoption program.  It also mentioned a few families would go soon to pick up their children.  

Hmm.

Got me thinking that maybe, just maybe, one of those families would be going to the same orphanage where Sweet P lives.  When I asked, I was told one family would be going there!  We got an email today from that family, saying they'd be happy to look for our Sweet P and take pictures when they are at the orphanage.  

I'm beside myself thrilled.

I'm sharing in the excitement that another family is mere days away from holding their precious child, and I'm thrilled they may be able to share with us even small tidbits of what our Sweet P is like and take pictures of her.  I have tears just thinking about it.  

As much as I want to have pure and noble and right thoughts about this time of waiting, I do have moments when I feel so discouraged.  It seems downright pointless to have our Sweet P at an orphanage when our family is willing and ready to pick her up right this minute.  I've been encouraging my spirit with this promise...

"A father to the fatherless... is God in His holy dwelling" Psalm 68:5

I'm also continually blessed by the ways Sweet P is already part of our family.  The kids talk about her daily and pray for her.  Peanut depicts our family like this:

I'm encouraged.  Blessings, angela