Tuesday, September 8, 2009


No news on the Conleigh front. Our letter to the director of Haitian social services arrived and was delivered. But the lawyer for the orphanage is apparently on vacation for a week or so and no one else will be able to receive information from the social services office. So we will wait a another week or so and see what we find out.

This week at church we sang a new song to me, a hymn. I don't even remember the title. But the words to one of the verses were from Is. 49. "See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me." This verse really spoke to me before Kenson came home but I had kind of forgotten about it until Sunday. It gives my heart rest as it reminds me just how treasured my children are in the eyes of God. He sees every moment of their lives, even in my absence, and I can trust His provision for them. He loves them more than I do, enough to record their very being on His palms. Like a holy tattoo, He has not just the names of my children but their hearts and souls, their essences, right next to him at all times. What a reassuring thought; the God of all cherishes my kids. In my absence and in my presence, in my successes and in my failures, my kids are engraved on His hands. How quickly I forget what is held in and engraved on His mighty hands.


kb said...

Thanks for the comforting reminder.

Bill and Christina said...

Amen and Amen!

Kathy C. said...

We need to hold on to all the hope we can during these long waits.