“Momma, I wish I could draw better!” As I came into Karis’ room to say prayers for her and tell her goodnight a couple of months ago, she sat propped up in her bed with pink pillows all around her, sketching. She said she was trying to draw the face that kept popping into her head at different times. She described the face as an African American boy about her age or a little younger. The main thing she said is that he has really large eyes that are completely hopeless. She said that was what she felt she could not get right in her drawing.
Lord, is this our future child she’s seeing? Almost done with the preliminary adoption paperwork with the intent to adopt an orphan from Africa, and knowing we are going in a couple of months to work in an orphanage in Zambia, I am prayerful. As I go, I am watchful for those big eyes Karis has seen.
During the same weeks of the visions, Karis played an orphan role in the musical “Annie.” I never expected how those songs would pierce my heart as I heard her upstairs practicing songs like “Maybe.”I can almost hear someone in a land far away singing it now:
So maybe now it’s time,
And maybe when I wake
They’ll be there calling me “Baby”
Maybe.
Betcha he reads.
Betcha she sews.
Maybe she’s made me
A closet of clothes!
Maybe they’re strict.
As straight as a line…
Don’t really care
As long as they’re mine!
So maybe now this prayer’s
The last one of its kind…
Won’t you please come get your “Baby”?
Maybe.