When I see a strawberry blond teenage girl walking down the street swinging her ponytail I imagine Avery at that age, and see that girl as a "daughter" figure. When I see a blonde teen boy jogging down the path with his too long hair plastered across his forehead I envision this as my son, and how mature/grown up he will be.
I then see an African American teen standing outside the store and I just can't envision this as my future child! I can see myself rocking my African baby in my arms, and kissing a two year old brown little leg, but I have difficulty seeing myself with these kids grown up. I am sure this will change, as I have yet to even be matched with a picture. Perhaps once I get this picture I will start seeing "my daughter" or "my son" everywhere I go! But I also know that even once the children arrive, it can take awhile for them to really feel like my kids.
So I wait to see their faces. Shortly, and in the future... They are fearfully and wonderfully made, and I can not wait to see what He has in store!
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