Like Sister Like Brother

During quiet time on Saturday Onyx made paper airplanes for each person in the family. By paper airplanes, I mean pieces of paper folded in half diagonally. He wrote each person's name on theirs. Reminded me so much of something Jayla would do.

Colorful clouds surrounded his own name.

Had a fun couple of days enjoying our family. I would say it was a low-key around the house weekend, but that wouldn't distinguish it from any other weekend in our lives : )Friends came over last night for dinner with their 4 children. Made a turkey we bought before Thanksgiving.

Got all choked up at church Saturday night singing the lyrics to Strength will Rise.
I'm awfully emotional these days. It is sometimes said in adoption a woman becomes "pregnant with paperwork" I think I'm starting to understand what they mean.

Only 6 pages in and I'm crying over everything.

Will I be a good enough mom to do this? That question rings in my ears.
As much as we have prepared, I feel so flawed, so inadequate for this service. I am completely humbled by the prospect of becoming the American, cracker-white parents to some African children who have lost their own.
Kids who have been through so much should have a truly wonderful place to call home.
I desperately want to provide that, along with Bob and our young ones.
This has been our heart's desire for such a long time.
I hope I am as able as I am willing.
My own humanness seems more amplified to me now and I have to remind myself to relax and let God do His work.

Strength will Rise

Our God You reign forever.
Our hope our strong deliverer.

You are the everlasting God.
You do not faint You don't grow weary.

You're the defender of the weak.
You comfort those in need.
You lift us up on wings like eagles.

May our lives serve as defenders of the weak and may our hands comfort those in need. As cracked and chipped as this vessel is, use it for Your Glory. That is my prayer today. Happy Monday to you.