I must be honest with myself and with those who read my blog.
My heart is hurting today. Since my return to the United States, I can't help but feel that I'm not where I belong. I miss my babies. I miss hearing their sweet voices and their tiny fingers and toes. I miss seeing their smiles and feeling their hugs. I. Simply. Miss. Them.
I miss Louna. Her beautiful braids. Her willingness to serve. Her bright spirit. Such a precious child.
I miss Sheldon. His adorable underbite and watching him play the air guitar always made my day. God has definitely designed him to bring laughter to those around him.
I miss Esterline. A child of four in the body of a two year old. I miss her high pitched singing voice that butchered every single word to "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes" and the proud smile she would display once she was done.
Father. You know me better than I know myself. Help me to remember that it's not about me, but about You. Still, comfort me and God Almighty, hold me closer.
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