Brent's bags are packed and waiting by the door. Men don't really get into having their picture taken with a suitcase, so there aren't any cute pictures to post tonight.
Our three oldest children cried tonight. HARD. For Daddy. Because they're sad he's leaving. Because they've experienced this before and it's just a LONG two weeks, especially when you're the ones being left behind.
Johanna surprised us the most. She started crying and just couldn't stop. She sobbed in my arms for over an hour.
I think it's a combination of missing the Daddy she finally has, to missing the only home she's ever known.
It was the first time she's shown this kind of emotion. I'm thankful she wanted me to hold her while she "let it all out".....
Adoption is not for the faint of heart, folks.
But it IS what God has so clearly called us to do. And I KNOW with every part of me that God will not call me to something and then forsake me.
He's right here, holding me, loving me, helping me. He's the voice I hear when I'm holding my daughter and feeling the gut-wrenching sobs flood her little body.
It came so easy, loving our biological children. These broken, abandoned, neglected girls? They take a heaven-sent, grace-filled, on-your-face-before-God DAILY kind of love.
In the midst of our tears tonight, I'm so very thankful.
Thank you, God, for the privelege of showing these girls YOUR amazing love.