I have started this over and over…trying to think of the right words. The ones that would express the thankfulness that we feel. The words aren’t coming and I’m not doing such a good job.
Instead, let me just try pouring out my heart. It’s been a rough few days. We’ve been struggling with the up and down roller coaster of our youngest son’s health issues. Yesterday…felt hopeless.
“The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him” Lamentations 3:25
By God’s grace and mercy…our FSP shot up. While we were out…while we were in the midst of our deepest of despair…HE was moving.
He provides. And He has assured us that when the road gets rough, He will carry us.
He will bring our daughter home.
I cannot see who donated to our FSP…so I pray you are reading. We treasure each and every donation. Every time it moves up it
feels like God whispering “closer”. This blessing...this timing...meant everything. It gave us the hope we so desperately needed...
For God to lay our Shannon on someone’s heart means the world to us. She has never known the love of being part of a family. Do you know what you are going to be a part of? The hugeness of it all? A little girl will be carried to the United States, away from the four walls of a mental institution. Out of a life of despair into a life of love. We are waiting…may grace and mercy set her free…