Bless the Lord

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Songs make me cry sometimes.  By the time I reach my 60's I will probably be crying through every worship service.  Standing in church this morning singing "10,000 Reason" I hear my sweet Little Girl standing behind me by Grandma singing at the top of her lungs,

"Bless the Lord, Oh my soul.
Oh my soul.
Worship his holy name.
Sing like never before,
O my soul.
I'll worship your holy name."

And the tears gathered in my eyes. 

"You're rich in love, and You're slow to anger
Your name is great, and Your heart is kind
For all Your goodness I will keep on singing
Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find."

Little Girl is one of my 10,000 reasons.  Her and Baby Boy.  Just this week we finished up the majority of the adoption process.  On Monday we went for the reading of the records, a case plan meeting, subsidy negotiations, and the BIG signing of the adoptive placement agreement.  It now goes to our attorney and then to court for finalization.  We are about done.  When I talked to our foster care worker the next day she said, "You know this is virtually a done deal," and it finally hit me.  I cried.  Baby Boy and Little Girl are going to be a part of our family.  Really and truly. 

Our God is rich in love.  He is great.  And my heart sings even when I can't sing the words for all the tears.

I am anxious to introduce to you the newest members of our family.  They are saying it will be 30 to 60 days.  Not too long now and I'll post pictures and names.  So excited for that day! 

Comments

  1. Terri WilliamsFebruary 17, 2014 at 7:02 PM

    Another reason for me to love (and cry through) this song!

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  2. Charlotte MooreFebruary 18, 2014 at 3:57 PM

    I left a post last night but it never posted. I know you all will be so glad when this is all behind you. These children are so blessed to be adopted by your family.

    BLESSINGS!!!

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