This room has been stored away in my mind for a few years now. I would dream it up in full detail. I wanted to capture just how beautiful and full of wonder his creation is. As I sit in here and soak it all in, I’m reminded of all the nights that it felt like all I would have is this dream. I’m reminded of the sorrow, tears and the heartache but mostly I’m reminded of all the times that hope whispered, trust me. I’d like to tell you that I always did, that my faith was always stronger than my fear. But it wasn’t. You see after every night of sorrow, He brought the sun up in the morning to shine through my window. I felt its warmth on my face and those rays, they were just for me. Photo credit:Danielle Johnson
After every moment of jealousy over when would it ever be my turn, He would make my phone ring or my inbox buzz and there would be an encouraging message just for me. It was always exactly what my heart needed hear. After every isolating day and for every brick I built up around my heart, the spirit moved, rearranged and made my heart ready to love this little girl.
My hope is that she gets to laugh, play and explore in this room. My prayer for her is bigger than that though. Tonight I pray that she feels her heavenly father’s love in the sunshine, His courage in the the way the wind blows through the trees, and His gentleness while watching animals play. But most of all I pray for her to learn sooner than I, that His unfailing love will always be stronger than her faith and her fear.