Miss A came to us after a rough week with her family. it was a friday afternoon, my phone rang and the placement worker, who knew we were waiting and eager, said "there's a little girl waiting here for you". a part of me melted. i told him i'd call him back, then i called matt.
we talked it over, prayed, and decided it was as close to perfect timing as we'd ever get. and two hours later, a sweet little girl with chubby cheeks, bright eyes and the sunniest smile i've ever seen, arrived in our home.
Miss A's heart was, understandably, broken. at 3 1/2, she's too young to understand what's going on - and understanding doesn't fix this kind of pain anyway. we began to look for ways to help her cope and begin healing. snacks. hugs. rocking chair. storybooks.
within a few days, we learned that her family had attended church for a season, so we began talking about the God who made her and the Jesus who loves her. we prayed at meals and always thanked God for her, and within a few weeks, she and I were praying each morning on the way to daycare, and again at bedtime. and boy, does she love church. friends. playtime. and every week, "Did you hear a story today?"... "Yup!" ... "What about?" ... "Cheezus. Me see Him?"
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