For those of you that don’t know us, or aren’t familiar with our situation, the FullPlateFamily is in the process of adopting a little girl from China with a “broken heart” (that’s how the Diva describes it).  If she were Ghanaian, she would call it “ba-loken” (like ShyGuy does.  I don’t correct him, because I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE his accent).  My little kids are very cute when they ask me questions about why our China Doll will need multiple surgeries to fix her heart.  Can’t we just love her?  Won’t that fix it?  They think that her heart is broken in the emotional sense of the word.  Theirs were when they were adopted, so why wouldn’t hers be?  I’m sure it’s confusing for them.

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:

Psalm 147:3

New International Version (NIV)
He heals the brokenhearted 
    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.  

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