Eucharist: How grateful I am for the moments of unknown. They are provision. They birth a heaping dose of grief. That grief is proof of an unfailing love and desire for these children, proof they are mine. Gratitude that when these children are home and times are tough and I'm tired and crying for relief, I can remember the moments apart, the unknown, and the prayers to be united. This wait is God's grace. Taking the tears, storing up, shaken out at the perfect time for a future only He knows.
James 1:2 "Consider it pure joy, brothers, whenever you face trials of any kind..."