Prayer time

Last night at bedtime prayers for Heidy, she was praying...

"Dear God, be with Mommy and Daddy and my sissy in Afaca, Help her to not be crying for her Papa and when she comes here she will not know us, not me or my mommy or my papa (daddy) or my sissy, or bubby Jordan or sissy Rachel, or sissy Milady or bubby Chad, or Gina or Donnie or MaciChina, or Peyton or Dillon"

and then she kept praying for other things and other people like my Mom in the hospital.

It almost made me cry!! I am so glad that Heidy is learning the power of Prayer and who Jesus is!!

And then I think of this prayer, I read on Jessica's blog....

An Orphan's Prayer

I am waiting... somewhere far... far... away on the other side of the world. I may not know who you are or what you look like, But somehow deep in my heart I know you are out there. That one day you will come and find me. It's a long journey, and it takes a lot of time... I wish it could be easier. But I know that the ones who come for me will not count the cost. They will only see the joy of finding me. For now I abide in the fields of the fatherless, Day by day wondering why I was born here and not somewhere else? Asking... why my life couldn't have been different? It is so lonely... Even though I am surrounded by hundreds of other children, I know that something is missing... I know in my heart I need a place to call home. My arms long to be wrapped in a father's embrace... I long to be saved by a mother's love... Gazing out the orphanage window, I offer a prayer of hope, "Oh God please help them come quickly." Even as I lay in the darkness each night somehow I feel assured, That no matter how lost I appear I am not alone. Holy hands guard my steps; sacred fingers wipe my tears, touching my lonely heart. The one who made me, The God that knew me before I was born, Hears me every time I call. He whispers His promises in my ear. I listen with hope to His voice. But what I worry about most is that no one wants to look for me. The fields are vast and there are so many scattered all over the earth. I wonder how one little child, so lost, can be found? Yet He calms my heart and assures me that He will find you. That He will make sure that you hear His voice clearly. He has promised me that He will make a way through the fields, That He will personally cut a path, and lead you right to my orphanage door. My prayer is... When He speaks.... please don't forget to listen... When He calls don't be too afraid to go, For I am waiting... somewhere, far... far... away, On the other side of the world to come Home.
-Author Unknown

Is my other little girl somewhere praying this??

Lord, Help us to listen!!!