Right now there are two moms doing a lot of praying. One is praying fervently that wisdom prevails and that the future can be taken into consideration. One wants to protect the baby she cares for from the potential of future harm with every fiber of her being. This mom has called to every prayer warrior that she knows. She has prayed over this baby since before the baby was born.**
The other mom is praying that all this crazy ends. She believes with every fiber of her being that her baby is safe in her arms. She sees no potential of future harm and wants to be able to make decisions over her daughter's life again. This mom is praying as hard as as the other mom and has her own family and friends praying as well.
God can move. God will move. And the powers that be will decide the fate of that baby and these two moms tomorrow. Court is at 1:30pm Central Standard Time. It's the only case on the docket at that time so we shouldn't have to wait too long. By this time tomorrow, it's likely we will once again be a family of five. But I'm not going to stop praying.
I've spent the last week preparing my heart for the goodbye. We've
talked about it at home. We've discussed how it's going to feel. I've
sorted through her things. I've even made my list of everyone that I
have to call tomorrow if she's leaving. I will be able to go on
autopilot and no one will suffer. I'm not cooking dinner tomorrow and
the kids know we will be gathering together as a core family of five to
regroup and start the new chapter of our lives.
** The story of the pink blanket **
the early months of 2013, before we intervened in the legal case with
Dude and Dolly, I spent some of my free time sewing. I'm not an
accomplished sewer, but I can make a straight line. I made several
different blankets with the intents of donating them to my licensing
agency to be given as Christmas presents. As I sewed the blanket you see
in all of Daisy's sleeping pictures, I prayed. I prayed and I prayed
and I prayed. I knew the bundle of pink was going to go to a little girl
so I prayed for that little girl as I sewed each line. Out of all the
blankets, I remembered praying the most over the one Daisy has.
The night Daisy came to me she was wrapped in that blanket.
I honestly don't think the social workers that had her knew the
significance. I don't think they knew I had donated that blanket. And
all I could think of is how much I prayed for that baby before she was
even born. The blanket is very special to me. It belongs to Daisy but
I'm struggling with the decision. Do I tell Kori of the incredibly
significance? Or will it be lost on her because she doesn't think her
daughter should have ever come to me in the first place? I think it's
just something I'm going to store in my heart forever.