So my body
is revolting has decided that 5:00 A.M. is the time it should be up all days, not just days for work. Awesome. And by awesome I mean, blerg. This girl loves her sleep, as only someone who has had insomnia would.
What has happened the last couple days is that I look at my phone and see the time in Africa and just start praying for Baby Shows. Prayers with words. Prayers of my heart. Prayers that only God knows. I am praying for my sweet, sweet little one around the world.
This early morning, I am praying 1 Corinthians 13 for him – that he would know and live a love like that, that we would love this way as a family:
Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Baby Shows, the countdown is on. We are waiting for you to be home.