But it's almost 6am in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia and Baby Wheeless no.3 will be waking up soon. He doesn't even know that we're to be his family. (I say "he" in the old-fashioned way of being grammatically correct. We could adopt a boy or a girl.) In fact, the circumstances that bring him to the orphanage may not have even played out yet. He may be hungry. He may be sick. He may be in danger. He may be lonely or afraid.
I cannot feed him, or put a cool washcloth on his head, or tell him he is safe and loved. But I pray to a sovereign God who sees all things, and I ask him to protect this little one who's path He has set. And I pray that He will keep the time until our meeting short, that I will hold baby no. 3 soon.