Everything waits right now. There isn't much I can do. Well there are a bunch of useless-keep-my-mind-busy tasks that I could come up with that would make me feel like I am doing something useful to get my girls home faster... but really, there is nothing I can do to speed things up. So for today I focus all of my excitement on the anticipation of the girls receiving their welcome bags (a few small gifts and pictures to the them know a family is waiting for them).
It really puts the concept of gift giving at Christmas to shame. We shop and shop and buy and buy, and for what. There is WAY more love packed in that little plastic bag than I could ever wrap in any holiday gift. It's not about what's in the bag, it's what the bag means. An 8 year old child knows that each time her friends have received a bag, a family has come to take them home. And yet, over these long months she has not received a bag, and no family has come to get her. Her only experience, a loss of friends come with these bags. I live with a 9 year old, a compassionate and loving 9 year old, but I can't imagine the heart break that she would experience as she saw each of her friends leave and she would be left behind to wait, wait for an undetermined amount of time. I suppose excitement, anticipation and worry will come with the bag. The imagination of a child to create such excitement and such fear.
What I would give to see them when they receive these bags.
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Kamille - I love this post. I love the thought of those girls receiving your bags. I love the statement that there more love packed in that gallon size bag than any holiday gift! Nothing could be more true!! I hope and pray you get to see them with your own eyes soon!
ReplyDeleteI love this post. What a sweet story...I have been reading your blog tonight...Not even sure how I found it...Will be back soon...Hope you will visit me.
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