A Prayer for Our Little One...

Mother's Day has always brought a bunch of different emotions for me.  From skipping Mother's Day because the infertility journey was just too difficult, to honoring my own mother who continues to be rock solid encourager in my life, to being "expectant" with a baby who I had just met for a brief few moments living on the other side of the world, to celebrating my very first Mother's Day as an adoptive Mom, I feel like each year brings something different for me, and this year is no different.

Yesterday, as I was running along the beach, I couldn't help but think about the fact that in many ways, I am again in the "expecting" stage of adoption, as we were recently matched with our little one from India.  While I'm not carrying a child in my belly, she is already deeply embedded in my heart, which makes this Mama wish she could speed the process up a bit, especially on this Mother's Day.   Nevertheless, I've learned in my years of waiting that not only is the wait totally worth it, but it's often the place where God shows up in unexpected ways, and I wouldn't trade that for anything.

So as I wait again this Mother's Day, here is my prayer for my little one on the other side of the world

Dear Princess M,

May you feel loved by the God who sees you and knows you.
May you know that on the other side of the world is a family who is crazy in love with you.
May you know that you aren't alone, even on the nights when you feel afraid.
May you know that you were created to do something awesome in this world.
May you know that you are special, unique, an original.
May you know that you haven't been forgotten.
May you feel the arms of Jesus wrap tight around you.
May you fall deeply in love with your maker, the author of your story, the one who calls you his own.

You are loved.

Love,
Mommy




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