My heart is broken over this little girl.
She calls my dad "mi papa"- my daddy.
She thinks I'm her sister.
She thinks Caleb is her brother.
But we're not her family.
My sweet girl thinks that we are her adoptive family. My heart absolutely broke when her friend told me this. This joyful, giggly, cuddly girl has the dream in her heart of having a family. Is that too much to ask? Apparently in this world it is. I would do ANYTHING for this little girl. I would live here for a year if that would make me her sister and give her a family. I would go to the moon and back. But I just can't. This is one of the many things that we have to take in, process, and just ask God why? The only thing I can do right now is PRAY. Pray hard for these children and that the adoptions would open up again. Pray for their hearts, their broken, aching hearts who wonder why they're not good enough to be taken home like the other children.
This child of my heart has brought me more laughter, smiles, and joy this week. My heart has also broken over her time and again. My love for Guatemala grew deep through her. God uses her face to draw me back to this burden and passion.
No matter what happens in her future, she'll always be my special girl.