Glass Half Empty or Glass Half Full

What about the families that were adopting from Russia? What about the ones that had tickets in their hands and were days away from holding  their children? What about the children who were so close to having a mother, a father, a sister, a brother?

What about my friend that went to wake her seven week son up one morning last week and he never would wake? What about his two year old sister?

What about real pain. Raw, open, empty pain that some people carry around everyday. Pain that they wish they could drown in because they are so. completely. tired.

What about the orphans that will never be adopted? What about the rejection? What about love and belonging? What about being fought for and fighting for? What about forgiveness? What about hope?

I have been matched with a child. And for whatever reason my referral has been sitting on a desk only needing be scanned and emailed for well over a month. I feel a lot of things.

But I also remember that it could be a whole lot worse right now and it IS a whole lot worse for so many people. I have it pretty good, all in all. So, I'm going to be thankful for what I do have.