1.25.11 Poem and hearing God whisper.

Below is the poem I wrote on 1.25.11 and this here...this is miss adorable Ali....Whom God whispered into my heart "foster mother" through her precious tiny eyelashes and hairs:  God can use anything to speak to us...if we just listen...and trust.  Class 7 of 10 this coming Tuesday.  Today...I am thankful for eyelashes and hearing, for a tender responsive heart, for all that has grown from this and will continue to grow as long as we continue to put Him first. 



Written on 1.25.11

I felt a tug...
I felt a pain...
I felt a tear well up....

I felt a 9 week old foster baby sleeping on my chest for 40 minutes (before I was guilt-ed into passing her to Joseph )

looking at those tiny black eyelashes and fine baby hairs a top her precious head...
her tiny bitty baby fingers moving ever so daintily every now and then with the sweetest little sigh of contentment, security and peaceful slumber.

I felt a tug...on my heartstrings
I felt a pain....in my heart for her mother in prison
I felt a tear well up...from way down deep inside of me where the possibilites of adoption have always resided.

He also felt a tug.