We have prayed for our little girl for almost two years now. I search for words as I fumble through desperate pleas on her behalf. My God is mighty, so I ache to lift up any phrase that will bring His love and power upon her life. The word that keeps coming to my lips is Miracles. Sweet Miracles. God's awesome intervention.
Hope in the desperation. Love in the loneliness. Peace in the fear. Safety in the turmoil.
I don't even know her needs. I don't know the hurt and loss that will bring her to our family, but I know God does. I know His hand is upon her, and I pray for Miracles. Whatever her needs are, may they be met. May she feel love in every moment. May she eat when there is nothing. May the legal system move swiftly. May every barrier that stands between my sweet daughter and the love of a family crumble at the feet of my God, who is mighty to save. Miracles.
I am pleading, and my God is answering. Miracles.
Give thanks to him who alone does mighty miracles. His faithful love endures forever.
-Psalm 136:4
