Where have I been?

The same place we were almost a month ago...waiting for the now infamous fingerprints...

I feel guilty complaining about the wait.

What about all of the little ones out there without parents, not knowing if they will ever have a family.

What about the little ones who do have parents but should be removed from the home?

What about the little ones who don't have enough to eat, a place to sleep, or safety?

What about the little ones who have lost a parent...and don't understand why?

What about all of the little ones who will never know that Jesus died for their sins?

I think about all of the little ones out there. I can't help them all. I can pray for them, I can call out to Jesus to protect them, feed them and comfort them. I can adopt two little ones and give them all of the love that some of the others will never know. I can donate toys to toy drives, sponsor a family this holiday season...but I can't help them all.

Makes me sad...makes me disappointed...makes me want to hurry up this process so Noah can know the love of a family.