When my heart couldn't take it anymore, we surrendered the financial stress and bought a ticket to leave in 4 days...just me and the little one. That advent-like rush of heart groaning and expectancy flooded my soul yet again. I excitedly began waiting for the coming days to have my dad and siblings meet Nora for the first time. I grievously longed for Dave to come with me since he couldn't find a substitute for the next two weeks. I anxiously yearned for God's provision on this long international flight by myself with a 3 month old.
Now almost two weeks has gone by and my brain still fumbles how to process the all sustaining, grace-filled provision I was granted in that trip to America. It was almost too good to be true that in the exact year of my grandfather's passing, I was mandated to return to the States to renew Nora's visa. It seems unreal that in this time of death, my grandma was able to hold the new life of her first great grandchild. It's a joy to soak in the fact that my siblings who thought they would meet Nora for the first time at 9 months got to see her at 3. And then to think because of all of these reasons drawing us to the States at this time, we could celebrate our first Christmas with family in 4 years!
"Out of the stump of David's family will grow a shoot." - Isaiah 11:1
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