ten.

thank you, Rita Springer, for being on groove shark for me to enjoy tonight. . .

it's 10. . . it feels like 2.

sometimes, it's 10, and it feels like 6

and sometimes, it's 10- and it feels like 10

I'm speaking a night of peaceful rest. of restoration. of everything i need to prepare for another 4 hours in the car tomorrow, and my week at the hospital, with a courageous young woman, making a choice of love, for the precious life inside of her.

looking forward to kissing that baby's face . . . that face of hope and a future- that face of selfless love and sacrifice and provision and bravery. . .

it moves me.
it stirs my spirit

it makes me a little nervous and keeps me up at night because i. cannot. imagine. . . i cannot imagine being that amazing young woman, when everything inside and outside of me - biologically and socially and even mentally and emotionally . . . says "parent. parent. parent." she'll produce milk for a child that won't latch on. she'll lose the weight she gained while that little life nested in her. she'll probably have stretch marks and a weaker bladder and whatever else our body naturally does after giving birth . . .

and it makes me sick that adoption is not celebrated more. . . has such this weird stigma and it shouldn't, because it's such a difficult & beautiful and incredible sacrifice.

God authored adoption.

so many thoughts right now. . .

hold me, Jesus- it's ten and it's bed time!