Tonight, I’m on the verge of tears.
Tonight, I don’t feel like I can wait any longer.
Tonight, I walked through a lonely room that is longing to be filled with three beautiful, brown-skinned boys and allowed myself to wonder if they’ll ever really come home.
Tonight might just be the hardest night I’ve had since the day this journey began.
Tonight stinks. But, tomorrow is going to be better because “It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because…they are new every morning” (Lamentations 3:22,23).