Exciting news!!

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Thank you for praying our final baby home! https://m.youtube.com/watch?sns=fb&v=w5bzJwxIDAg

The children have been home for four weeks – the highs and lows. https://youtu.be/8Nil0k4oX3E

Four long years of waiting – two of our babies are now home. Surreal and beautiful! https://youtu.be/Vkv1HShitrs

Sorry friends! Technical difficulties! The last video I sent had an editing glitch. Here is the new one!

Thanking God for this amazing news so long in coming, and for the way He told us!

Two of our babies are coming home – Lord willing, very soon!

Click here for the three minute update.

Oh my word.

Forgive me – that was a blog post meant for my other blog – God has Dimples.

This is what waiting on our adoption is doing to my brain. 🙂

Sorry friends.

She called her “Cousin.”

Not by her name, “Hannah,” but by her relationship. Like she calls us Mama and Papa and Oma, Hannah was Cousin.

And she said it a lot.

“Cousin!”

“Cousinnnnn!”

“COUSIN!”

Savannah adored the time with Hannah, her 14 year-old cousin visiting from South Carolina. They swam, they jumped on the trampoline, they played chase around the kitchen.

Savannah called to her cousin with such love, such longing – and she does the same thing with other people in her life.

Our new neighbor is “Neighbor.”

“Hi Neighbor! Do you want to come over and play?”

Her gymnastics teacher is “Coach.”

“I can do it by myself, Coach!”

The terms coming out of a three-year-old are endearing. Adorable. Cute.

Although even all grown up I love it when Brian introduces me as “My bride” or calls me “My love.”

It made me wonder – what if I did the same thing? Addressed people solely based on their relationship to me?

Friend, professional hair fixer, acquaintance, pain in my tushie…

God does it. Not the pain in the tushie part, but calls us by our role in his eyes.

Beloved

Son

Daughter

Bride

Treasure

Apple of my eye

Family

So that’s my random thought for the day, friends. You are his beloved, his treasure. Defined by love. He’s calling you.

Beloved! 

My son!

My daughter!

Rest in your name on his lips, your meaning to his heart.

You are his.