I recall being in the hospital the day each of my children were born. For each of them, at some point in the day, while Sara was sleeping, I took them for a little walk in the hallways. I held them in my arms, gazed into their little faces, listened to the sound of their breathing as they slept in my arms, and I prayed. I thanked God for this little gift that he had granted us with. I prayed for wisdom in raising them. I prayed for their salvation while they were young. I prayed that I would be a worthy dad, that I would be a good example. I prayed that they would be proud of me. I prayed that they would grow up to be people of integrity and compassion. I prayed that they would know not only that I love them, but that they were loved of their heavenly Father.
This evening and night, I spent a couple of hours walking around the halls of the hotel with her in our Boba carrier (great thing to bring! Allows for close contact but preserves the arms, if not the back completely! We both have sore arms and backs from lots of cuddling and carrying around when she is upset. Out of practice for carrying a little child and we don’t get to start at 10 or 12 pounds but get thrown in directly and 25 or so!)
As I wandered the halls, the same prayers rose from my heart. I gazed at Li Lin and thanked God for this precious gift. I prayed for wisdom in raising her. I prayed that she will feel our love and that she will grow to accept us as her forever family. I prayed that she will come to know the love of God that is beyond understanding. I prayed for her salvation early in life. I prayed that I will be a good example for her, that I will be able to teach her right from wrong, good from bad. I prayed that she will grow up to be a young woman of integrity and compassion. I prayed that her heart will heal. I prayed that she will feel safe with us. I prayed for her a special blessing of care and compassion and love. I prayed that she will never feel alone and never feel insecure.
For this child, I prayed.