Wednesday, December 14, 2011

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.


  1. I wish I could have been there. I would have loved to just breathe in the sweetness of God's goodness and see the happiness He has afforded so many family's and their children. Precious.

  2. I saw that you wrote this the other day, but wasn't ready to read it yet... read it tonight with lots of tears in my eyes... yes, God is beautiful. Thank you for being a part of our story! :)


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