A Hard Morning

As I am writing this, it is 10:00am. My little girl, the early-riser, is  finally eating breakfast. We had a really rough start to our day. I'm pretty sure she didn't get much sleep last night. She didnt get out of bed until almost 8:00 this morning, and went straight to the couch and fell asleep again. She wouldn't talk at all, only nodding her head to answer the million questions I was asking her to try to figure out what was wrong. These are all tell-tale signs for Aubree that she has A LOT on her mind. Things that a child shouldn't have to think about. Like losing her family, culture, language. Her identity. :(

The fact that she is not feeling well doesn't help. She has had a bad cough and fever the last couple days, and is still trying to kick it. I can't help but think about how I used to feel when I was sick as a child. Have you ever been sick at a friend's house? Your friend's well-meaning mother probably tried to comfort and take care of you, but all you really wanted was the comfort of YOUR OWN mother's arms. I suspect that is a part of what's going on with Aubree this morning. She is adjusting well to America, our home, and being a part of our family, but she's only been here for 3 months. Could this possibly feel like HOME to her yet? A place where people love and take care of her, but looks, smells, tastes, and sounds much different than anything she's ever known. There's no place like home, and I'm not convinced that  she feels that way about our home yet. She's getting there, but it is going to take more time. I wish I knew how her grandmother comforted her when she was sick, not that it would matter much. I'm not her. :(

Please pray for Aubree's broken heart today, and for wisdom for Brandon and I as we try to help her through this hard time.