I cry every time I get a chance to talk about God's clear work of grace that we have had the amazing privilege to see (not only in this adoption, but in so many other areas of our lives). My heart comes out of my eyes. Tears of thankfulness that words could never do justice. Tears of joy that Mercy is here and healthy! Tears remembering the past few years that God has given us all three of our chidren each with their own divinly crafted story. Tears reminding me how often in the adoption process i have doubted God- not that he could do it, but if he would actually do it- why did I ever doubt? Tears of longing that He would do more through our little family to make God's name great and hallowed in this city, in the lives of the fatherless, and to the ends of the earth. Tears as I picture many more orphans laying in their beds in crowed rooms all over this world. Tears of deep thankfulness of my adoption into God's family and that I am no longer an orphan but a child. My heart just comes out of my eyes every time and I am overcome with so many different emotions all at once. The bottom line after all of the tears dry up is a deeper thankfulness for Jesus and a heart more given to prayer.
Here's a picture of Betty in her pretty Ethiopian dress.
Mrs. Ritter's thrid grade class.
May God give us even more opportunities to speak of His goodness!













