Prayers in the Night

While it is the middle of the night here in the midwest of the U.S, the other side of the world is just waking up. It is the quiet of the morning there.

I picture my friend sitting at her table, finishing a cup of coffee before she heads to work.

Her day is exhausting. Every day she cares for the children in the care center where Ianna lives. She does the best she possibly can with what little funds she is given. Her love for them is genuine. Were it not for her, children like Sasha, Jovan and Christina, or Griffyn (just to name a few) would not be tucked into beds in the homes of their forever families as I type.

Every day, this woman must struggle against a society that has deemed these children "unadoptable",  instead finding ways to beg and plead their cases to those who make the decisions, that yes...there ARE families who WANT these children.

I know this woman's heart is weary. I know she is tired. I know she must wonder how she can keep doing her job day in, and day out. Once in awhile she gets to see miracles. She gets to see the Sasha's go home! She gets to see the Jovans, Christinas, Griffyns and the few others go home! This month there are a few others who will be going home. They are miracles too!

But there is one....there is one child who I know she does not think she will ever see join a family. She has told me time and again. When we were there, she was excited that we would want to adopt her, but once the error was found, she lost all hope. It is an error that CAN be fixed, but there are many variables, and the variables in this case are stacked against this child. Still, they are not impossible.

Tonight, in the middle of the night,  I feel an urgency like no other night before. Decisions are now in hand of those who make them.

Lord, please bless this woman as she enters the doors of the care center today. Let her see, hear, and feel your miracles. Let her know what a blessing she is to these children. Let the staff around her understand how valuable she is is. Let them feel her strength, even when she doesn't feel strong herself. Let the children feel her loving touch. Let those who make the necessary decisions for this child see her value, let them see that here she could have a very normal life, in a family that is hers FOREVER without threat of ever being moved again.

Lord, you are the ABBA father.
Mark 14
35He (Jesus) went on a little farther and fell to the ground. He prayed that, if it were possible, the awful hour awaiting him might pass him by. 36“Abba, Father,”^h he cried out, “everything is possible for you. Please take this cup of suffering away from me. Yet I want your will to be done, not mine.”