In his arms and in His hands

The only real news since I blogged yesterday is that Mark made it to the airport safely (with some crafty work-around of roadblocks by our skilled driver) and they left Haiti. Mixed emotions of gratitude and sadness there.

I got a whole bunch of wonderful pictures that Mark took yesterday though. He and his mom were able to attend the local church run by c4c with the girls...and I sent dresses for the girls to be in their Sunday best of course. I wish I could show you all those photos complete with personality on display, but for now this picture will have to suffice...

I was staring at this picture smiling and then started to feel sad that the girls aren't in their papa's arms anymore...and then I realized that while Mark isn't there to hold them, I need to remember that they are in His hands. And they always have been. He has watched over them through all the trauma, loss and struggle they have faced in their short two years...and has seen them through it all. He has guided their lives to meet ours and brought us together. These girls are strong and resilient and I know that they will continue to be under His watchful eye until they can also be under ours. And I will continue to hold on to the gratitude for all that He has done for them and for us...but I still do miss those sweet and spunky little girls.