I'm reading "The Lost Daughters of China" and it has really had me thinking much about Chloe's roots, particularly her birth parents. I will never know the situation surrounding their abandoning this precious girl; I can only speculate. But I imagine it probably caused unbearable pain. And somehow it doesn't seem fair that this woman's painful act has brought us incredible joy, despite the difficult trial we are going through with Kevin.
Tonight as I lay Chloe down, she insisted we sing "Building Up the Temple" and "This Little Light of Mine". She doesn't really sing, but she knows all the hand motions to both songs. As we sang through them for the 3rd and final time, I thanked God for my sweet daughter, who may never have heard these songs from my childhood, let alone the story of Jesus' love and sacrifice for her.
