We received a "milestone" check-up on little
Selah yesterday. I am happy to report that she is doing much better. She is still a very small little peanut. I am currently in the mix of getting the school year started with Aria and Elijah, putting Rowan back on a schedule of mealtimes and
nap times as well as potty times, getting prepared to travel to Ethiopia which includes figuring out what and how much to pack and take, making sure we have all of our ducks in a row and attempting to prepare my household for another little person. This is where adopting gets a little more complicated than giving birth. But the wait for the end result feels the same...SLOW!
Selah turns one year this month. Missing your child's birthday is a strange feeling. I know she doesn't understand it, but one year was always a big deal to me. At one, my babies were on their way to being done with bottles and/or nursing. They were walking. They were eating baby food and baby snacks. They just weren't little babies anymore. It was toddler time. But then my babies were very active little monkeys and I don't think
Selah's first few months of life have quite given her the chance to be like her older brothers and sisters. That makes me so sad. I wish I could show that in the pictures we have of her she has a little spark in her eye. She fights anyone who tries to take her bottle away and uses all her strength and spirit to demand it back. She wants to play and explore. She wants to snuggle and loves to be touched.
How amazing is it that out of all the little baby girls struggling for life in the slums of Ethiopia, this little one was given a chance. And how amazing is it that she was found in whatever condition she was in and managed to survive the journey from the brink of death to life. And that her little photo and name were matched with the Carson family, thousands of miles away. And that soon she will have a completely different future than could ever have been imagined for her by the ones who loved her, but could not keep her. So many times I hear people shake their fist at God and wonder why so many bad things happen on such a large scale here on this earth. But I wonder if they even compare to the millions of tiny miracles that no one sees. It would be a far greater question to ask why so many good things happen. Why should a little daughter of Africa be saved from the garbage heap? So many have been lost...why not one more?
I return again to the parable of the lost sheep...
"Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven. For the Son of Man has come to save that which was lost. What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine and go to the mountains to seek the one that is straying? And if he should find it, assuredly, I say to you, he rejoices more over that sheep than over the ninety-nine that did not go astray. Even so it is not the will of your Father who is in heaven that one of these
little
ones should
perish."
I love thinking about the angels who always see the face of God. It doesn't just say "the angels" it says "their angels". Perhaps
Selah has her very own angel, who stands facing God. And even though she is so very small it is not His will that she should perish. How grateful I am to stand and fight for her too. I am so honored to be chosen. I can not wait to tell her about HE who sent us to take her home.
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