Every time the phone rings, I pray it’s our agency.
Every morning at 11am, I get a pit in my stomach – because it seems like news from Uganda usually comes during our mornings, or not at all. If we don’t get a morning phone call, I try to emotionally call it a day and pray that there is more news tomorrow. It’s not healthy to watch the phone all day long!
It has been two days since our “Ugandan Wednesday” day of fasting and prayer, and we have not heard a peep of news regarding our family’s status. I have rarely prayed so hard in my life as I have been praying this week. God is sweet to draw us near to Him in the midst of our longings for Amelia.
Time is running out. If we don’t hear anything in the next week or so, then I’m not sure that our Christmas prayers will be answered in the way that we’re hoping.
No matter what happens, we will praise God. I mean that. He is so good… He is so loving. I may have an emotional breakdown if we don’t get to Amelia soon – I admit it. But I am sure God will pick me right back up, speak love to my heart and pour strength into my soul.
He will either lavishly gift us with the ability to fly to her now, or He will compassionately sustain us and strengthen us for more waiting. Whatever He does, He does out of love. Out of power. Out of wisdom.
The desire of our hearts is to get to our daughter. We offer that up to God with all of our hearts, and we trust whatever He does with our requests. Please keep praying!