As you might expect, I ran into some difficulties. Some of our pictures were from twenty years ago and ten thousand miles away. They had been carted all over the world and it seems a million miles had been traveled since we arrived at this place in our lives. I was doing well until I began to look into the faces of my little darlings when they were two and three years old. As the process of putting the pictures into some order developed — and as I watched the girls grow older before my eyes — I could see the remarkable change God had brought into their lives.
You see, Hope and Joy's life did not begin like most children. They didn't have a mother or father to cuddle them and sing songs to them in the night. They didn't have anyone to whisper "sweet nothings" in their ears and mention the name of Jesus to them through the stories of Abraham, Moses, David, and Paul. No, they were abandoned to a small crib for one year with no one to care for them! That is, until one day God directed a missionary wife to visit an abandoned baby ward at Children's Hospital in Bangkok, Thailand. That's when it all began — that's when Naree and Nittiya became Hope and Joy.
But that's not the end of the story. Something came over me last week as I reflected on Hope and Joy, and I just started crying. I picked up the phone and called them and in tears I told them how much I loved them — and would always love them! My hope for them is they will soar on eagle's wings ... but if not, at least run and not grow weary ... but if not, walk and not be faint. Because you see, they have the hope and joy of Almighty God. Who could ask for more? I know we couldn't, because of the Hope and Joy that the Father in heaven has brought to our lives!