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Just for formality sake I thought I would post this…


Last Monday marked another month of waiting for our little “Maggie” from China. They say “absence makes the heart grow fonder”…I’m not sure I can grow any fonder before my heart bursts right out of my chest!

21…wow, I still can’t believe it!

Here is a poem I stumbled across a few months ago.
It just felt so fitting for this post.

You Are Mine
by Kelly Feichtinger

I love you
though I have yet to see your face.
You are mine.

I dream of holding you in my arms
my child from far away
You are mine.

I lie awake at night
Imagining who you will be.
You are mine.

I prepare our home and my heart
to receive such a precious child.
You are mine.

I pray for your happiness and safety
until I can be the one to provide it.
You are mine.

I hold my breath
as we wait for the call.
You are mine.

I will the time to fly by
as we wait for permission to travel
You are mine.

I feel as though my heart will burst
when you are placed in my arms.
You are mine.

You rest your soft cheek against mine
and sigh contentedly.
I am yours.

Precious Words

This is a poem written by my Mom.

If you can't read it, click on it to make it a bit larger.

Beautiful Poem

I was reading one of the blogs I follow on a regular basis and I found this poem. Please take the time to read it.

An Orphan’s Prayer

I am writing…somewhere far…far…away on the other side of the world.
I may not know who you are or what you look like,
But somehow deep in my heart I know you are out there.
That one day you will come and find me,
It’s a long journey, and it takes a lot of time…
I wish it could be easier.
But I know that the ones who come for me will not count the cost.
They will only see the joy of finding me.
For now I abide in the fields of the fatherless.
Day by day wondering why I was born here and not somewhere else?
Asking…why my life couldn’t have been different?
It is so lonely…
Even though I am surrounded by hundreds of other children,
I know that something is missing…
I know in my heart I need a place to call home.
My arms long to be wrapped in a father’s embrace…
I long to be saved by a mother’s love…
Gazing out the orphanage window, I offer a prayer of hope,
“Oh God please help them come quickly.”
Even as I lay in the darkness each night somehow I feel assured,
That no matter how lost I appear, I am not alone.
Holy hands guard my steps;
sacred fingers wipe my tears, touching my lonely heart. The one who made me,
The God that knew me before I was born,
Hears me every time I call.
He whispers His promises in my ear.
I listen with hope to His voice.
But what I worry about most is that no one wants to look for me.
The fields are vast and there are so many scattered all over the earth.
I wonder how one little child, so lost, can be found?
Yet He calms my heart and assures me that He will find you.
That He will make sure that you hear His voice clearly.
He has promised me that He will make a way through the fields,
That He will personally cut a path,
and lead you right to my orphanage door.
My prayer is… When He speaks…Please don’t forget to listen…
When He calls, don’t be afraid to go
For I am waiting…somewhere, far…far…away
On the other side of the world
To come Home.
Author: Unknown

Thank you to DAWN for sharing this special poem.