Yesterday, March 25th at 4:09 p.m. will hold a special spot in our family's hearts forever.
We received a phone call from our coordinator that she had a little girl for us. She is 1 year and 8 months old. 31 inches tall and a (whopping) 21 pounds. She is gorgeous.
The very moment I looked into her big brown eyes I knew, she was mine. I am in love. We all are. Each of my boys took an envelope full of pictures of their little sister (THEIR LITTLE SISTER!) to school.
I feel like I've been dreaming ever since yesterday afternoon! To say the Lord has poured out His blessings on our family would be an understatement.
I prayed for a daughter throughout all my pregnancies.
Five years ago when I became pregnant for the 4th time, we decided to find out the sex. "This has got to be a girl...be a girl...". It's a boy!
He was healthy and perfect. I was in love and thrilled! I let go of all my prayers for a daughter. Immediately, I jumped into raising these beautiful boys completely content.
That's where I believe this verse in the bible came into play...
"Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart." Psalms 37:4
He knew the desires of my heart all along. He just wanted my daughter to be given to me differently and at a time in my life when I could devote myself to her (I may not have been able to really soak in all the nail- paintings, hair-braidings, song-singing and dress-buying with all those little boys around).
He placed my daughter in my heart not my tummy. And I love her just the same.
He created my daughter a half a world away. And brought me to her.
"For this child I prayed and the Lord answered my prayer." 1 Samuel 1:27
I serve an awesome God. He is constantly doing immeasurably more than I can ever ask or imagine.
"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we can ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever! Amen." Ephesians 3:20-21
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