Real

It came on Thursday of this week and I still can't quite believe it. The amazing orphanage where our children currently live, sent little boy's handprints and a Thanksgiving picture made from little girl's hand and feet tracings! It was providential, I believe, that God allowed me to come home after work to an empty house to open this package and soak it in. My other children would probably have wondered why a paper turkey would make mama cry like that. I was so thankful to have a few minutes to just trace their little hand outlines with my finger, knowing that these two are REAL! This proves it!
I know that probably sounds really weird. I mean, of course they are real. We have pictures of them both, along with medical information, social background, and information about their birthmother. We email the agency and orphanage adoption coordinator often and hubby's second cousin is even the nurse there. Of course I know that these two are real. But somehow having evidence of the actual size of their little hands and feet, on paper they touched and worked with, just hit my heart in a new way. My two children in Haiti are real. And they made Thanksgiving crafts for us. Thinking about it still chokes me up.
God keeps giving and giving. We've now been told to expect a 1-2 YEAR wait until our children can come home. Just when that seems unimaginable and I want to kick my feet and shout at the sky that it's really not fair, something like this happens. Something to make me remember just who holds it all together. Again, why do I doubt my God? My God who holds all people, all time, all everything in his loving hands. Including me. Including my family, even though we are apart.

Yes, my children in Haiti are real. And so is my God! Amen.