Because today, these girls are weighing heavy on my heart.
I don't know why these three.
It doesn't matter.
Can you see these faces in an institution?
My heart breaks. I can't stand it.
When I first started following Reece's Rainbow blogs, I didn't understand how people could be so grieved about a child they never met.
Now I get it.
I've prayed for these girls. I've cried over them. They're a part of me in some small way.
One of them has already been transferred.
I just don't understand it. Who is this girls mommy?
I've always wanted to put this quote in a little girls room. It would be so perfect on a wall, surrounded by pink tutu's and baby dolls. Right now it's on my desktop at home....
....lest I ever forget that these girls are princesses. No - queens. Royal daughters of the Most High God. Lest I ever, EVER forget that they have a story to be written. A 'once upon a time' of a lifetime, just waiting in the wings.
Oh Lord...call these mommies. And call the daddies. Call them up & out into the beautiful reality that is special needs adoption. Lord...move - work - speak - and chase down these girls' mommas. No room for Satan to speak lies - only room for you, Lord.
Because every little girl needs her mommy to kiss her, and her daddy to be wrapped around her finger.
Oh how I'd love to see these girls hug their mommies.
One Thing I Know For Sure: Sugar & Spice & Everything Nice? No, no, no. These girls are made of courage, strength, and determination....where is their mommy?