The White Shoes

When you look at this picture, what do you see?  I'll tell you what I see.  I am overwhelmed by those white shoes.  I think of the sweet face of the child that wore them and how proud she was of those shoes.  I think about how she only whispered when she spoke to me and how she clung to my hand while we were there that day.  I think about how I scolded the boys who pushed her off the swing when they thought no one was looking and how she smiled when I lifted her back on and gave her a push.  I wonder if she has a momma coming to get her.  I pray she does.

I have thought about her every day since we returned from Ethiopia.  I thought maybe it was just me.  But then, last night I overheard a conversation between my Ryan and Abby and I knew I wasn't the only one who was struggling with this burden for little H.  So, I decided we just had to know.  We had to be sure that she was going to have a family.  We e-mailed our caseworker this morning and requested that they just check.  Follow up for us and make sure that someone is coming soon.  She assured us they would find out.

I feel sure someone is, right?  Someone has to be.  We can't.  Realistically, we can't.  But, I have to know.  I will sleep better at night knowing.   So, I'll wait to hear what the in-country staff finds out, and I'll pray, and in the meantime, you can pray.  Please pray for little H, with the white shoes.