I imagine...

I imagine her to be small in stature with beautiful, dark brown hair.

I imagine that her eyes were once not hollow but full of joy and life.

I imagine that her hands are tiny and are worn as she lives on the streets.

I imagine that she smiles very little, unless forced by the drugs that invade her body.

I imagine that she knows not of her Father, who dearly loves her.

I imagine that she was once abused and there may have been no escape.

I imagine that she has glimpses, reminders...of the children she has given life to.

I imagine that on some days, she longs for a better life...a life with purpose.

I imagine that her own parents are praying for her and her safety.

I imagine her tears. Tears that hold such pain. Tears of longing for more.

I imagine her sleeping on the ground, near a building or under an overpass.

I imagine her body to have few nutrients.

I imagine the shame she must carry, like a heavy suitcase, that she's unable to rid of.

I imagine the day she arrived to the hospital in Medellin, ready to birth our daughter.

I imagine her mind to have been somewhat in tact as she made it to the hospital to give birth.

I imagine the meal she received in the hospital and must have devoured.

I imagine the hole in her heart when she walked away from the hospital.

I imagine that she left her with great love. A beautiful sacrifice.

I imagine the street she walked down (one that we actually saw) and wonder if someone met her along the way to care for her.

I imagine the moment of joy she must have had knowing that she had done what was best for our daughter...her daughter and mine.

I imagine the day when a stranger approaches her to show her God's love!

I imagine her first encounter with our Savior!

I imagine the shame being lifted off of her frail heart and body!

I imagine the addiction to cocaine being GONE in the Name of Jesus!

I imagine her friends and relatives hearing of her salvation!

I imagine her mourning turning into dancing!

I imagine her mother embracing her and calling her "home."

I imagine her sister being in awe of her deliverance!

I imagine the first church service that she will attend and her anxiousness to know God!

I imagine her desire to find her other children, still in Medellin, and leading them to Jesus!

I imagine her holding her Bible close to her heart and thanking our patient God for never giving up on her, for always loving her and for never leaving her.

There is nothing too difficult for Him...nothing!

I imagine the day that our daughter (hers and mine) will want to seek her roots.

I imagine the long travel back to Colombia.

I imagine the anxiousness of our Abi.

I imagine the joy of knowing she is "ready" to meet her "first" mother.

I imagine the Lord's presence being so real and precious.

I imagine the glorious day of their reunion.

I imagine the beauty that that day will behold in Medellin, Colombia, South America.

I imagine the healing that will take place in a "moment."

I imagine the tears to be cried that night in our hotel.

I imagine the joy of the Lord in returning back to the United States with such gained love.

I imagine the final chapters of this precious woman's life.

I imagine the thanksgiving that will be given to Jesus for her willingness to follow His heart and plan.

I imagine her to live with great purpose and destiny.

And finally...I imagine seeing her along with my own "first" mother, in heaven.

I imagine a SUPERNATURAL GOD.