Our little girl will be brokenhearted, both literally and figuratively, when she gets here. She will have lost everything she has known. She’ll be sick, and weak, with only strangers to comfort her during painful poking and prodding by many medical personnel. Dark days, they are a comin’. I have to find ways to comfort myself, and my kids, so that we can comfort her. I’ll admit, finding that strength these last few days has been rough. This process is emotional, and I’d like to think we’re at the end of it, but we might not be. It’s like a roller coaster, never knowing what to expect.
Then, this was my bible verse this morning:
and binds up their wounds.
Duh. I have to hold onto the fact that God will heal her broken heart, in every sense of the words. One day, she’ll be unbroken. That’s the very definition of faith.
who will pray for that for all her kids today.