It really happened. I am still pinching myself. I held my daughter. I kissed her sweet cheeks. I laughed with her. I rocked her to sleep. I looked into her eyes. I told her how much I love her. I prayed over her. I received a small glimpse into her sweet, feisty, affectionate, adorable personality.
Dave and I now have precious memories with our girl that we will treasure always. Little moments tucked away forever.
We are back on US soil but not without a gigantic chunk of our hearts that was left behind.
I have so much to share from our trip. I don’t know how to even begin. The time was so precious. It was beautiful and painful, filled with joy and tears. There were moments of His glory shining through so brightly that we could hardly grasp His goodness and felt overwhelmed at the honor of following His call to this place. And, there were moments that felt like the ground would give way and I had to force myself to breathe and hold back tears. If I started to let the tears fall, I was afraid they would never stop.
Today, I am so grateful for each memory created. I am grateful to be here with these sweet, sweet boys who have held me tightly and are living, breathing reminders of His faithfulness. I am grateful for a husband who loves me and reminds me of Truth when I feel overwhelmed by the lies of the enemy. I am grateful for a few days of rest in the home of my parents. I am overwhelmingly grateful today. Sad and missing the sweet one who has stolen our hearts half a world away, yet, still very grateful.
I promise to update with all of the details soon. I just wanted to post quickly to let you know that we are back safely and to thank each person who covered this trip in prayer. We felt your prayers. They sustained us. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.