To Her

Guinevere Nan Ling Ling,


The weather channel is set to Maoming, China. Every day we check the weather to see if the sun will be shining through a window for you or if rain will pitter-patter on the roof. Some days I think of you and it is a hopeful anticipation that flows through me. Today, it is painful. This afternoon as your brothers rest and I drink my tea my heart is aching. I feel as though we have been torn apart from one another even though we have yet to meet face to face.
Last night your Daddy prayed that the Lord would work miracles. He prayed that you would be home sooner than we all excpet. He prayed (and this was my favorite part) that as you slept, even now, Jesus would be whispering into your heart that a family is waiting for you in love.


Mommy