I won't forget...

I won't forget the miracle of you...never

all the miracles in between that took us one step closer

today I cried

over the miracle of a heart healed by an amazing God

a mother's prayer that was carried across continents and miles

God, you held his heart, all its scars, hurts, disappointments

and you loved him more then I could ever love him

you held him, when I could not

when I felt helpless and tossed and turned at night

you were there with him preparing his heart to love, to trust

when I felt my heart would break with longing to be there with him

to embrace my boy and kiss away the scowl on his face

you would touch my heart as well...giving perfect peace

and assure me that my heart needed time as well

for you to mold it, prepare it, so I would be ready for him

today I praise you

for a sweet little boy who has a smile that lights up my world

and perfectly curled eyelashes that fairly make a gal swoon

for a little boy who tells his mama he loves her when she tucks him in

I cherish the random hugs that prick my eyes with tears

I notice how his little tongue hangs out whenever he concentrates

and I love to hear him laugh -- it reminds me I need to laugh more

lighten up and live deeper

and oh, oh, oh - there have been hard times

when he would push the boundaries and his Congolese stubborn pout

would form, his eyes refusing to make contact with mine

trying to convince me to give in

with tough love and more prayers.. we pushed on

and he learned that even with boundaries came love

unconditional love

and I hope Zalen Moise, you always know that

because sometimes my sweet boy I will mess up

and I will not know what to do

but I pray you will know that my love, God's love is just that

unconditional

I can't wait to get to know you more

to understand your silly antics and to engage in the stories you tell

so much to look forward to as we both grow together

as mother and son

but as I eagerly look forward I do not want to forget all that got us here

the healing of the heart that happened

before I was ever on the scene

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

Psalms 147:3