Last year, God used an earthquake to rattle my heart into submission. With amazing clarity, I realized it was my child who could be waiting for me in the rain. The little girl wondering if anyone will ever tuck her in at night? She could be ours. Waiting.
Waiting for our obedience.
So I started praying dangerous prayers. I wanted to be where my Jesus is, and in the Scriptures it says He is close to the brokenhearted. I wanted to care for what my Jesus cares for, and in the Scriptures it says He sets the lonely in families and won’t leave us orphaned forever.
He is swift & perfect in His mercy. It didn’t take long for these prayers to take on a different hue. My heart, bent low and aching in the tension of wait – rose in recognition of a calling sweeter and harder and more beautiful than I ever imagined.'s official! We're adopting from Ethiopia!

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