"...tears stream down my cheeks as I read (Isaiah 60) today.
All I can think is maybe this time next year maybe Rissa will be home.
It seems too wonderful to hope for
but it is my dream.
O, that God would hasten you home
where you belong.
I love you,
- from my journal, December 21, 2010
"I miss you so incredibly much...
it's almost enough to choke me.
I feel so acutely that you should be here -
eating bits of honeycake and crawling around with new blocks & a babydoll...
my deepest prayer - the one I am afraid to trust the Lord with because it seems barely plausible -
- almost impossible -
is for you, Rissa to be home by Christmas next year.
Now, I accept that just may not actually happen.
But it's my desire, still.
God - please allow me to trust You.
Please give me the grace to ask of You in faith.
Please show my Your goodness by meeting my needs the way You see fit.
The Truth here is that I need more of YOU.
Help me want more of You, God...
Merry Christmas, my daughters.
All the love in my heart is yours,
- from my journal, Christmas morning December 25, 2010