Thursday, August 4, 2011

Under my roof and in my arms.

That's how I like my kids. I know, they can't always BE under my roof and in my arms. It is my job to "give them roots and help them find their wings" (song lyrics) Ok I get that.

Today I took my first baby to the Atlanta airport and put her on a plane, by herself, to visit her best friend in Florida. They will have, already ARE having, a great time. But I miss her. I love this child to pieces and she is just a lot of fun to be around. She is my daughter. She is my friend. And I like having her around. I like talking with her, laughing with her, running with her, kissing her goodnight and smelling her beautiful blond hair. I like holding her in my arms.

Being in the airport today only reminded me of traveling to China and how very badly I want to actually BE traveling to China. You see I have another daughter there and I want her HERE under my roof and in my arms. I miss her. I want to get to know her. I want to see what makes her laugh. I want to hear her little voice. I want to kiss her goodnight. I want to hold her in my arms after her bath with that freshly bathed baby smell and drink her in.

For now I will try to rest in the assurance that He holds them both in His very loving and capable arms. I will draw on the promises that He loves them more than I do and that He has great plans for them. I will love them from afar and look forward to the day they are both under my roof and in my arms.

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