There really are no words adequate to express what's in my heart. In one minute, my heart grieves for Jing-Jing's biological mother, and I wonder how often she thinks of her. Then, in the next instant, I am filled with wonder and awe, that God would choose to bless me with three children, all girls, and a wonderful husband. Then, I think about my precious Emma. What does she do on Sunday in the orphanage? Does she lay in bed, awake at night, wondering if she'll ever have her own bed, soft blanket, something to hold, someone to sing to her, pray for her, hold her, dry her tears......The pain is too great, but I KNOW my God is able...
He is able to hear my cry and answer my prayers....my prayer that somehow Emma would be comforted and know peace in her times of loneliness and despair. I wondered for the first time today, if she had siblings that were also left at the police station.....or was it just her. What is her mother thinking at this time? Is she even alive? We hope to know those answers one day...so we can help Emma. I'm sure there will be times of grieving for her...the loss of her own country, people, culture, even the familiar routine of institution life.
I'd give ANYTHING to be able to get on a plane tomorrow to bring her home. But, since that is not possible, we pray desperately, that somehow, time would pass quickly, and that we'd be able to travel sooner than later to bring her home and to shower her with the love of Jesus.
"....I have a Father, who formed my heart.... Even before time began, my life is in His hands. He knows my name...He knows my every thought, He sees each tear that falls, and hears me when I call...."
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