I want to say thank you, for helping our daughter.
I may not know you, but I want to tell you thank you, thank you for these first, firm steps under our feet. You mean more to us than I even thought or knew or can say before we began this.
Adoption is a fools errand. Do you know what would be a much better thing for us to be doing right now? Anything.
I feel myself uncurling from the position I had slowly been forming. The one of progress and towards the next thing.
Uncurling and looking for, due to need, the face of God.
On earth he invested no money, his needs were met–no, he met the needs of others, in every way. He had no time for the religious, just the sinner. And the forgotten. And sick.
I have been swaying, my feelings, this truly is a fools errand, and at times I feel lost, and others so much hope my heart could burst and fly free.
Hope and fear, not mutually exclusive, but partners.
To seek the lost. And show mercy; those are what we truly want. Mercy; Andrew and I want to actively do something, actions, towards writing injustice right. Oh how I long, yet other times feel paralyzed.
Learn to do good.
Work for justice.
Help the down-and-out.
Stand up for the homeless.
Go to bat for the defenseless. // Isaiah 1-17