Then, there comes a season of hope; a time of anticipation and excitement amidst the brokenness. This is where the M's are. Many have followed their journey through infertility, and now as they step into the waters of foster care, those same people are cheering them on and praising the God who redeems. Isn't that just beautiful? Just as we were adopted as sons and daughters of God, we see a tangible way to reach out and be that for a child.
Here at the Little Pink House this Christmas, it's beginning to look a lot like hope.