My mind is wandering tonight. It keeps settling somewhere over Africa, where a certain little girl is most likely eagerly awaiting a bowl of posho and beans. She doesn't realize that her mama and sister are half a world away, working hard to bring her home. She doesn't even know that she is desperately wanted. She doesn't know that she is precious. She doesn't know.
She doesn't know who I am. I don't know who she is. But God knows. And He has created her. He has loved her. He has a plan for her. And His plan includes a miracle to fashion a family in a way that only He could dream. And I love that.