Awaiting her music...

A big metal stork is delivering a baby to us today and I feel dizzy.

Dizzy...

Vertigo...

A baby girl! She is eighteen and is coming from a distant country where Frank's father once camped in some distant war.

Father...

Korea...

War...

Her name is Jee Young. She plays guitar and we await to hear melodies, strummed notes whose origins are from a foreign land.

Only a six day pregnancy. I heard of Jee Young only six days ago. A voice on the phone said there were girls that needed a home. "Would you like to be a Welcome Host Family?" Just for two to six weeks she said. Until we can find a permanent home for them.

As phone nestles in cradle, thoughts are being birthed.

Birthed...

Pregnancy Center...

No. We can abort this idea. Frank feels ill-prepared. The news is jarring to the eldest and the youngest is quiet.

Too much, too soon.

We are really not ready. The air conditioning is going out. Money is tight. There is no room prepared for her. How can we squeeze in anymore time?

Dizzy...

Vertigo...

Then the discussion is hushed by a son's sweet voice. "Aren't we suppose to help someone who needs a home?"

Silence.

His little heart echo's words that rumble the inner workings of Christ's love in the midst of me.

...

Did I mention her name is Jee Young?
She strums sweet music on her guitar.

I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture. The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd gives His life for the sheep.~~John 10.7-11

Life more abundantly...



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