Well, folks, the floodgates have finally broke open. I have an uncanny knack of not crying at those moments in life that I most expect, like my wedding and sometimes even funerals. So it wasn't looking at her referral pictures, seeing our first care package delivered, or even finding out our case is temporarily closed; none of these events that should have in fact brought me to tears did. But when I received this evening a plethora of photos and two videos from the Bayly's, who arrived home Saturday with their son, Tate, I cracked. And I don't mean one glistening down my cheek in a dainty way kind of tears, I mean hiccuping, snot nosed, red faced for an hour tears. It was the blessed gift of hearing my daughter's cry for the very first time. I keep watching the same 17 second video over and over and over again, each time looking for some new feature in my daughter's face, hands, or feet. Her little cheeks are filling out so nicely, I just want to squeeze them. And her hands! Her fingers are getting oh-so-long, and my heart just breaks because I'm not there to witness this tiny miracle. The lull between pictures is almost too much for my tender heart.
We are humbled and so very much appreciate your continuing prayers, thoughts, and encouraging notes. Please keep them coming. We have a conference call with our agency on Wednesday about the temporary delay, and I am praying for some news of progress. As always, I'll keep you posted with as much information as I can share.
For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows. 2 Corinthians 1:5