This morning Troy took Sophia and her granny to the end of the road to catch a tap-tap to Cazale, to see Lori, for Sophia's eye infection. Or so we thought.
Sophia is now 17 months old and weighs only 12 lbs. We had her with us for three weeks in May and June, she weighted 8 lbs then. Only after the family assured us that they would not place her for adoption did we make a decision to have her go back with her family and help them feed her for awhile and check in on her. (The mom died five days after giving birth to Sophia.)
It was a sticky situation because we cannot become a foster home, that is not what Lifeline does, but we wanted to help her. We were sad that even though none of the family really has a plan for Sophia, they are not willing to let her be adopted.
Licia, who runs the rescue center portion of the ministry in Cazale, called to ask us if we knew granny was wanting to place Sophia back in the rescue center. We had no idea. Troy had talked to Granny on Friday and had given her a few things for Sophia and agreed that Sophie should see someone for her eye infection. The grandmother never mentioned she was planning to put her in the rescue center.
There will always be things like this that bum us out. And since we cannot understand why it has to go down this way, when we know for a fact that there were/are people interested in adopting her and giving her a family, rather then a rescue center, we must simply give it to God and stop expecting to make sense of the "why" part. That is what we are trying SO HARD to do today...Give it to God. All these confusing baby problems, they are weighing heavy on me.
This song is at the top of the Livesay's current 'frequent play' list.
Selah & Christy Nockels - The Faithful One
I find no hope within to call my own
For I am frail of heart, my strength is gone
But deep within my soul is rising up a song
Here in the comfort of the Faithful One
I walk a narrow road through valleys deep
In search of higher ground on mountains steep
And tho' with feet unsure I still keep pressing on
For I am guided by the Faithful One
Faithful, faithful to the end
My true and precious Friend
You have been faithful, faithful
So faithful to me
I see Your wounded hands,
I touch Your side
With thorns upon your brow
You bled and died
But there's an empty tomb, a love for all who come
And give their hearts to You, the Faithful One.
And when the day is dawned
and when the race is run
I will bow down before God's only Son
And I will lift my hands in praise for all you've done
And I will worship You - my Faithful One