Persistent Faith in the Waiting

I’ve struggled to write lately. Not because I don’t have words or ideas. But maybe because now that I finally have time to write I’m not sure where to start. Or maybe because we’re in the climax of our adoption journey–our son’s face on my screen, his name in my heart–just waiting for the pronouncement that we can finally go meet him. And maybe, probably, because all my words are tangled up in the angst of the waiting.

I’ve known for some time, however, that I need to tell you about the jour...