I am a photography nut. I love to take photos and scarpbook photos and frame photos and look at photos.
This week has been such a joy for us because more and more photos of our girls have been filtering in from the families who have just returned from Ethiopia. I am so grateful to these families for taking the time to be with our girls at the transition home, to deliver the care package we sent, to show them pictures of us, to take photos of them, and now to send us the precious photos. Frames in our house are filling with more and more photos of all five of our children. And every spare moment I get is spent at my computer looking through the photos… just one more time. I open them in Photoshop, I crop, I rotate, I adjust curves and exposure, change some to B&W, and some I leave in color. And as I do I pray for them.
Today I took a precious photo of our little daughter; in it she has one small tear just below her eye. I Photoshoped that tear away and saved the photo as a new file. I can’t wait for the day to come when I can truly wipe her tears from her face and be the one to comfort her.

