Temperatures hit the 80’s nearly every day this week. I am very sensitive to the weather lately, because we are constantly telling Caroline that we’ll get Amelia when it’s cold outside.
It is definitely not cold outside.
This prolonged warmth almost feels like some mercy on our tortured emotions. Last winter and spring, we heard promises of getting Amelia in the summer. We watched the heat swell, the neighborhood pool fill, and our friends get tan from weekend trips to the beach… all of the signs of summer, but no getting our baby girl.
Fall has come without the single dropping of a colored leaf in our neighborhood. I am so thankful. It will be a sad day if we start bundling up but don’t have an idea of when we may get our Amelia. I hold a thread of hope to leave by Thanksgiving. My prayer is that we’re there before the end of the year.
Our comfort? That the God who changes the seasons of nature can also change this waiting season of our lives into a ripe harvest.
“He changes the seasons.” Daniel 2:21