She's patient. She's eager to learn. She's dependable. She loves the Lord. She loves her siblings. She is an amazing cook. She's beautiful. She's stylish. She doesn't complain. She loves to travel. She's creative. She's intelligent. She loves to read. She loves to write.She, like the rest of my children, are a blessing to me. But more than that, oh so much more than that, I pray that she will be a blessing to others. I pray that the ripple effects of a life lived in love and grace will extend to the farthest sea. I pray that Alaina will see and understand God's great love for her and that He purposely chose her for this family, for this time, for this place. None of it was an accident. None of it is without purpose. He has great plans for this girl and I will continue to pray that she will willingly enter into this great love and purpose for her life. It's gonna be a good one, of that I am sure. And now, more for my enjoyment rather than yours, a very long photographic walk down memory lane. Twelve years. I am so thankful.
I wanted to be a mama. Really, it's all I ever wanted. I dreamed many dreams about holding my babies, about a little girl running around in braids, about pouring out love immeasurable. During my freshman year of college, hitting the lowest possible low a human heart can hit, I sat at the sink of my dorm room making a choice: a choice to end the pain or to hold out hope for a family. Hope won out and God's grace and love quickly filled the many broken parts of me. I switched schools, waited while others planned their weddings, and prayed for the little girl in braids. After three miscarriages, many tears, and learning what a sacrifice of praise was, God gave me a beautiful gift. Alaina, her name chosen while I was still in high school, was born in a hospital in Bangalore, India. And now, twelve years later, my mama heart still beats strong. In a world that uses awful phrases like, "just a mom," my heart is filled with songs of praise that God would allow me the privilege of watching and taking an active role in one of HIs creations growing into His eternal purpose for their life. And what a privilege it has been to be a mama to this girl. There aren't words enough to describe my sweet Alaina. Perfect, she is not. Perfect, I am not. That's why we have the hope of eternity. One day we will fully be like our Creator. Until then, we stand amazed at the many facets of His personality we get to display here on earth.