international adoption

I spent Mother's Day, as I do every year of late, thinking about two women I have never met: Linda is around 43 years old and Naomi is about 28 (names are changed). I have no idea what either of these two ladies looks like or exactly where either of them might be found. I have never had a conversation with either; we've never exchanged letters or emails. I wonder about them often, but neither of them have any knowledge of me.

I must admit it's true. Most of these screaming fits occur in the middle of the night after everyone else is asleep and my mind refuses to shut down. If you're wondering why I don't awaken everyone in my house, it is only because my screaming fits occur almost exclusively  inside my head. Ironically it's usually in the midst of such fits that God speaks to me most clearly.