There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Today marks 10 weeks since Eli and I arrived at the Nashville airport. As much as I have to celebrate I'm also feeling a sadness while writing this for my fellow adoptive mama's that are awaiting the arrival of their little ones. The Lord has brought me to the book of Ecclesiastes several times in the last couple of weeks and I'm realizing why. There is a time for everything. October 27th was the time Eli was to arrive home and all of the babies waiting will have their time. I know this because I know the heart of God is for orphan's to have a family. I have also been drawn to this poetic book for my sweet social worker Stephanie who just buried her father today. And my best friend Paula who has sat at the bedside of her precious Papaw after he had a triple bypass surgery. So this book...Ecclesiastes has reminded me of God's sovereignty and purpose even during difficult times. We may not always understand His ways, but they are perfect. My sweet Eli is proof of that. He is saying Dada, Mama, bite, up, that, and he tries to sing God is with us. I can't believe that one of his first words is God. (that makes me happy!) He is taking 10 steps, eating everything in site, playing with his brother and sister, drinking from a cup, and sleeping GREAT!  I have so much to be thankful for and sometimes in the midst of the day I forget to thank God that my baby is home, that my daughter hasn't wheezed in 4 weeks (she was taking her inhaler every night), that I have a godly husband, that I have the capability to teach my children at home, for my health, for my daddy, and for a warm place to sleep and food to eat. There is so much I take for granted. So for you mama's waiting I'm saying a special prayer for you tonight and I hope that when your little one is sleeping under your roof you thank God for their "time" too.