Sunday, February 8, 2009

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

For someone who normally doesn't remember her dreams, it's been an interesting weekend.

Last night, I dreamt that Scott, Michelle, Brent and I went to the O on another trip. When we arrived, there was a grassy field the size of a football field that all the children were playing in. (In reality, the Orphanage has about 20 ft of grass and I've often wished the kids had a place to play.) Michelle and I were busy trying to take care of some tomato and pepper plants we'd brought to the orphanage. We were planting them in shallow metal trays and rearranging the trays to get the best light and water. We were commenting on how we hoped it would help the children to have fresh vegetables.

As Michelle and I are busy shifting trays around, Gracie appeared. In English, she yelled, "Daddy!" and ran into Scott's arms. Scott was shocked and said, 'I can't believe you remembered me!" and then, looking down at the little girl in his arms, he said, 'I didn't tell you to remember me!" Michelle said, "How could she not? You're her daddy!"

And then I woke up.

I miss Gracie. I miss my kids. I miss the feeling of being together with our little family. I pray that we complete this process soon and all our kids will be home in a place where you can tuck them in and know they ate and that the water they have is clean and there's actually grass for running.


R AND R AND Z said...

What a nice dream

Pete and Mare said...

Beautiful, what a sweet dream.

Nathan and Esther Manwaring said...
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Nathan and Esther Manwaring said...

I have been debating for a long time whether or not I should comment. I found your blog from Charlotte and Ben's blog. Charlotte is my husband's aunt and I was trying to find other aunts from her blog when I found yours. I was intrigued and have been reading for several months. I thought it might be weird if I commented since you really don't know me, but I really want to help. My husband served in the Dominican Republic on his mission and we went on our honeymoon. Since then I haven't been able to stop thinking if there is something we could do for those people. I know it is not Haiti but I feel like I got a little glimpse of what it is like in Haiti. I don't know what will help but I would love to put your etsy site on my blog and I have clothes my daughter doesn't wear anymore that I could donate if that would be helpful. I also have some other things that you could sell on your etsy site. Please let me know what we can do. Thanks. Sorry if this is weird. I really want to help.

Heather said...

I wish they were home for you too. My heart was pretty achy reading your longing, I remember it well. Now as I listen to my Haitian sensation throwing a temper tantrum about having to share the crayons with his brothers I am again reminded how precious he is and how lucky we are that someday they really do come home.

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