For His eye is on the sparrow

The big adoption deadline is coming up fast. We have to get our dossier mailed out by March 7! It has officially been 2 years that we have been in this process. I feel like I have been pregnant for 2 entire years. The anticipation grows as each day passes. 

Thursday, we will spend the day running around town to make important appointments. 


We are still working the life and health insurance to get the exact documents required to send over. That process has been quite extensive, and if our deadline is not met this go around, we will essentially be starting over with the adoption process. 

"Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?" Matthew 6:26 brings much comfort. The Lord hears my prayers, and he knows my heart. His timing is perfect.  

One of my favorite songs lyrics say: 

"Let not your heart be troubled; these tender words I hear; 
And resting on his goodness I lose my doubts and fears; 
For by the path He leadeth but one step I may see; 
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.

I sing because I'm happy; 
I sing because I'm free; 
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me."

I am anxiously anticipating sealing that envelope and sending it off with love to Ethiopia. Praying that THIS is our time. I know that we can only see a few steps ahead, but Christ sees our entire path. 

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