Overlying it all for me, however, has been the memory of where we were a year ago. When I get nostalgic I love that I can look back and see what was happening. This is the post I wrote a year ago - Can you feel the mountains tremble?
It's hard to believe that a year ago, I was getting ready to travel to China
It's hard to believe that a year ago, we did not know this child who has become woven into the fabric of our family.
It's hard to believe that less than 12 months ago, she did not know the security of a family.
12 short months.
From this -
to this
The reminder of where we have come from - how far we have traveled as a family in these 12 months - is the strength and encouragement that some days I need to keep moving.
It is a reminder of the faithfulness of God through the hard times and the good times.
It is a reminder that we have never walked alone.
When I can remember that we have never walked alone, then I can begin to teach my children that they have never walked alone. That even when their humble beginnings and tragic circumstances seemed to suggest they had been forgotten, they were not alone.
The mountains are still trembling; we can feel them.















