Our sweet B has been home for 8 weeks!
I cannot believe it. It has gone by so fast, but at the same time it feels as though she has always been a part of our family.
She is such a Boulton. Every night as I sit by her bed and hold her hand till she falls asleep I thank God for blessing our family. I thank Him for remembering her, and never leaving or forsaking her. I thank Him for allowing me to be her mommy.
It is hard too.
I used to have 6 hours a day to keep up my house, fix dinner, run errands, and to spend with God.
Now I am lucky to get 6 minutes.
I have a 4 year old who barely speaks English watching me use the restroom, telling me 'Good job Mommy'! ( I have since begun to lock her out)
But I wouldn't change a thing!
Because even though I don't have quiet time to meditate with Him, I see Him in her.
I see Him in all of my children. I don't talk with Him less, in fact quite the opposite, sometimes I can't go 15 seconds without begging for His help! :)
And there He is!
Giving me peace, and patience. Helping me to react in kindness when I don't really feel it.
In the midst of our loud home, He is our calm.
I see His healing hand covering her. She is becoming more comfortable, and feeling more safe.
In the car she sings 'I am not forgotten, God knows my name'
It brings tears to my eyes almost every time!
Yes Batri- He does know your name.
It is written on the palm of His hand!