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Thinking About You...

I called the adoption center last week and they told us there was no news about our case.  It was a sad day.  Even worse, they told us that some families have dropped out because of discouragement with the system.  The only consolation is that with fewer families wanting to adopt, we are somewhere closer to bringing our precious child home.  Why is the system so inefficient?  Why don't people care that little ones are living lives without the love of a family while the "system" takes its sweet time in placing them?  

This morning I woke up thinking about you.  I think about the conditions of the orphanage and shudder.  I think about if anyone is holding you or reading you stories and telling you about Jesus' love for you.  I don't even know you and my heart is overflowing for you, little one.  We pray for you  We have the crib set up for you already and your brother Timmy prays for God to keep you safe.  We are asking for patience, but can hardly stand the separation and knowing that you are alone.  We know that God put this love in our hearts for you and that love grows with each day that we wait for you.

It's been over a year that we knew we wanted to add to our family through adoption.  It's been over a year that we are thinking about you and praying over you.  We are holding on to the promise from Jesus, "I will not leave you as orphans forever, I will come to you."  John 14:18.  Tears come to my eyes as I dream about you coming into our arms and joining our family forever.

Would you pray with us for our little one that we have yet to meet?  Would you pray that we would find favor with the "system" and that God would expedite our case and bring our folder to the top of the pile, somehow.  The condition in government-run Paraguayan orphanages is horrendous (my sister-in-law was able to tour two facilities and couldn't sleep for several nights afterward) and we pray that all the little Paraguayan orphans (2,500 is the closest estimate) would sense God's love for them and be placed with loving families. 

Little one, we love you and we know that God is with you holding you when you cry.  We are thinking about you and praying for your safety.  Know that you can rest under the protection of your heavenly Father today and each day that you are waiting to come home.


  1. Jules, Maybe God is waiting until Grandma and Mom come to share in the joy. Keep TRUSTING IN GOD. He is readying your heart for the challenge. XOXOXO

  2. I stopped to pray before commenting, Julie. I can't imagine the pain of waiting that you're going through, but I know that God is responding to every prayer that goes up for this little one, and is putting His protection and comfort all around in a palpable way. I trust Him that the child will not have ill effects from the time in the orphanage, but will be able one day to testify of a supernatural protection that overshadowed him (her?) until the homecoming to big brother Timmy and waiting Mom and Papi. I'll keep praying for favor and speed in the process.


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