December is for hosting...
children. Children who don't have a family.
Last night was holy ground in an airport. Families gathered... pacing... laughing nervously... staring at their watches... holding tight to balloons... and waiting. Some waited to be reunited with children they have hosted before. Some waited to embrace the children they are already in the process of adopting. And others waited to see and embrace their host child for the first time. And even others met their future children for the first time.
And it was beautiful.
A Grandfather crying precious tears was beautiful.
Children smiling huge smiles that said so much were beautiful.
Host family children who embraced the new ones were beautiful.
Mothers crying tears that only a mother can understand were beautiful.
Fathers trying to keep it all together and sometimes failing were beautiful.
First embraces were beautiful.
Hands held together walking away were beautiful.
God was beautiful.
And He was there... hovering... whispering... comforting... filling... healing... guiding... supplying... overflowing... and breathing.
And it was oh so very precious and beautiful.
*I hope to get some permission from some soon and will share some pictures of this beautiful night.