Let go and let God!

We had a great praise and worship service today. I felt led to hold one of my new daughters while I worshiped. She just melted to me. I starting crying like a baby. God was changing my heart and hers, I believe. I got myself back under control. Our worship leader started talking about how she felt like people in the body were weary and needed prayer, support and encouragement. I didn't think I needed to go. Well, God showed me quickly, I did. I started weeping all over again. I went to the front, and carried my daughter with me. I asked her permission and she wanted to go with me. I thought to myself, what a way to bond! She was wrapped around me as I wept. People were praying for me and probably her also. It was precious. I had a very emotional week building up to this today, so the tears felt like a total release for me. I sobbed and sobbed. People prayed different things over me. The most important thing I heard was that I am used to being able to handles things on my own. However, this time in my life, I am going to have to relinquish control and let God have the reigns and me follow Him. This is something I have always known in my brain, but now allowed to happen. It was an amazing time for me. It refreshed me, encouraged me, and drew me closer to my daughter. It reminded me that we have chosen the narrow path, but God is with us every step of the way. We are so blessed by these girls!

Another thing happened in our lives this weekend. A dear friend of ours is a single Mom to two precious children. Her children have been with their father for six weeks this summer. She went to pick them up last night and the father refused to let the daughter return. She finally was able to see her daughter and she wept in her arms. She says she wants to stay with her dad. Our friend is torn to pieces. She is going to continue to fight for her daughter. We are praying the daughter will change her heart and willingly come home with her tomorrow. The point in me telling you this is that I have never been able to really understand the grief of the parents of my adopted children. Hearing our friend on the phone and speaking with her mother gave me a glimpse of what the birth mother of our children may have felt. Even though she was given plenty of chances to make better choices, she still lost her precious daughters. I can't imagine. I can't imagine what that final visit was like. It breaks my heart. I think part of my tears today were shed for the mother of my daughters. I asked my husband if he thought they would ever be able to overcome their addictions now that they have lost their girls. Only God can heal them.

We serve a mighty God! He is our healer and redeemer!