Yesterday she celebrated her first birthday at home and there’s a certain bit of irony that it came while Mom and three sisters were out of town all day. But still she celebrated, we all celebrated, because she is here, she is home, and she is seven. And because we’ve only been counting down to her birthday since about a week after she came home a year ago. 🙂
I think of how far she’s come, how much she’s grown, since that first meeting. And I think the same thing of my heart.
And I think of how far we have to go. I pray that the coming year brings her more security and a true knowing she will never ever ever again be left or abandoned. That this truly is her forever family.
I pray there will be a better understanding of her story and how she came to us, because there are so many questions.
I pray she will continue to grow in humble confidence in the beautiful and talented girl God created her to be.
I pray she will know that she is loved exactly how she is, regardless of how she looks, how she performs, how she speaks. And I pray she will never stop trying to be more like Jesus.
And I pray hard that she’ll never lose her joy. I’ve never seen a child so characterized by happiness. Yes, she cries and she pouts and she asks for things she doesn’t need. But her default mood is happy. And content. And I think deep down she realizes the blessing she has that the rest of us take for granted. And I feel my heart stretched even farther as I think about that. Because this child who has had her family taken from her seems to know instinctively this gift we all take for granted….a family, imperfect and impatient and mundane and weird as they maybe, a family that loves us is a priceless gift and something to be happy about every day.
Happy “First” and Seventh birthday, Amania. May you never lose the hope you have in Jesus.