She

She.  She is lovely.  She is the womb carrier, the bearer of my children.  The longing that lingers...is it not that same lonely that He sets in all of us created for His Glory?  She.

he.  he has been out to steal our joy.  he has been rampant in my home, finding every trigger to set us off.  he is livid and out to destroy.  he.

But He.  He is Victor, Creator, Righteous, Holy.  He has already won.  He has prepared this messy road I am calling my life to point all back to Him.  He.

They.  Have been worth all of it.  The longing for us was completed with this.  They are joy and delight.  They.

She.  Had the confidence to return a call I finally got a green light from the hubby to make.  She says she will meet us Sunday.  Will it happen, asks the caseworkers?  She who has been waiting for such a time as this.  Who is the reason for my family's existence.  She who is the woman I want to hug and thank her for life. 

He is the Giver of Life.  He ordained this journey.  The brokenness and tears, the questions and constant NO.  He who said you are mine.

Many.  Have squirmed in their seats.  Put in the two cents.  Counseled us to slow down, detour.  Looked at us with wild eyes thinking no way.  Many.

Obedience is a road no one can take for us.  May She show on Sunday.  May the smiles radiate from within.  Because of He.  The bloody Roman cross.  Salvation unearned.  Faith provided. 

They.  I will fight for the They.  And the She.