behind the blue door

This is the title to a poem that my sweet friend wrote... the friend who walked with me side by side through every step of our adoption.  I was given this poem in a frame and was also given a painting of blue doors the night before we left for Rwanda.  Here is the poem (I hope I typed it all correctly)...

Behind the Blue Door are tiny little faces, each one with a different story, a different name, a different past, and a different future.  Behind the Blue Door are sweet smiles and sparkling eyes, waiting for their futures to arrive.  Behind the Blue Door are needs, desires, hopes, and dreams waiting to be fullfilled.  They are Standing, Waiting, Behind the Blue Door.

Behind the Blue Door are little boys and little girls, just like yours and mine, all so precious in His sight.  Behind the Blue Door are talents and gifts not yet discovered in the hearts and lives of these little young ones.  Behind the Blue Door are different names, different personalities, different perspectives, and different opinions all waiting to be heard.  They are Standing, Waiting, Behind the Blue Door.

Behind the Blue Door are big crocodile tears, scraped knees, lonely hearts and a need for hugs and kisses to wipe all the tears and make all the boo boos better.  Behind the Blue Doors are bright minds, ready for knowledge and compassionate little ones ready for bonds and friendships.  Behind the Blue Doors are sweet, tender hearts in need of their Savior, Jesus.  They are Standing, Waiting, Behind the Blue Door.

Behind the Blue Door are listening ears, ready to hear God's word, take the seeds planted and make a difference in the world.  Behind the Blue Door are brave, beautiful, and blessed conquers over the circumstances of life.  Behind the Blue Door are those destined for greatness, sons and daughters of the King.  Behind the Blue Door are little fingers waiting to get and give affection, waiting for accpetance.  They are Standing, Waiting, Behind the Blue Door.

Behind the Blue Door lay, and sit, and stand creative, captivating wee ones peering at what will be.  Behind the Blue Door are precious faces, energetic bodies, and discerning minds destined to reign in this life.  Behind the Blue Door are boys and girls with gentle spirits destined for wholeness and healing in their bodies.  Behind the Blue Door are those lifted by their Heavenly Father who carries them.  They are Standing, Waiting, Behind the Blue Door.

Behind the Blue Door are maturing miracles, chosen by God, for a perfect plan and purpose, waiting for those who will help them reach their potential.  Behind the Blue Door are joyful, cherished, princes and princesses of the King, positioned to receive from God.  Behind the Blue Door the pitter patter of little feet and little voices fill the air.  Behind the Blue Door are seeds, planted by God, waiting for the nutrients to help them grow.  They are Standing, Waiting, Behind the Blue Door.

Behind the Blue Door are unique, tender, steadfast, smart, little living testimonies of Jesus Christ and his Great love for us.  Behind the Blue Door are true pictures of God's faithfuness, His Plan and Provision, His Promises, and His Grace for all of us.  Behind the Blue Door are waiting little ones...

Behind the Blue Door are YOUR little ones, Standing, Waiting, to walk with you forever from
                                  Behind the Blue Door.

Yep, I bawled.  It was late when I read it... she and her husband had come over to pray with us.  This night was surreal, I couldn't believe the time had come.  If you are not familiar with the orphanage that the kids were here is a picture of when we drive up for the VERY FIRST TIME...

And as we drove through the blue gates he was THERE waiting to meet us, standing where we would park.

 And about 10 minutes later here she came...

A moment we had anticipated for a long time.  A moment that I didn't expect to experience after being awake for almost 40 hours.  The time that afternoon was short but a time I will never forget.  The poem is so true and makes me long for a family for every orphan as they wait.