Three nights ago, Hewan lay in bed shaking with tears and an aching sadness. I begged her to share her pain. Finally, she confided, “My heart is for daddy. I love him, but I don’t know him. I love him, but I don’t have him. I need him in my arms, mommy.” I did my best to hold back the tears of happiness as a smile crept onto my face. I love hearing the work God is doing in my children’s hearts as He creates a desire and a love for their daddy.
I held my sweet girl while she cried and cried for a love she so desires and knows with a familiarity that only God can plant in a heart. She gripped me with all the strength of her arms. She held to the love she knows as she ached for the love of which she dreams. I am more aware today than ever of the desires that God places in the heart of each child to love and be loved by an earthly father. I whispered in her ears of a love greater than the love of her earthly dad...the love of God and Jesus, the redeemer. I pray that soon there is an ache birthed for the love of God (and a desire greater than her love for Josh). In the meantime, I’ll be rejoicing in the work HE is doing in all of my children.