That was interesting... (day 20)

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Last night was our first orchestra rehearsal. I'm not even sure "interesting" is the right word to describe it. We're definitely going to enjoy the band more than the orchestra, but we'll probably stick it out for the semester in both. It's good practice for both of us and will help develop my patience. Yes, even after all of the adoption waiting I have a lot of patience-growing to do, and it felt pretty evident on Monday night!! It ended up being a 2 hour rehearsal with a 15 minute break and a half hour of the conductor trying to sort out music, which I personally felt should have been done before the rehearsal and not 1 hour into it. *sigh* But I remind myself that I don't know his situation, and he may have been busy with actual important things before rehearsal (in the big scheme of things, this is pretty unimportant). :)

I had an interesting dream last night. I should preface this by saying that I have very vivid dreams, and they're often very odd. ;) But this one really struck home for me.
I was in a yard, almost more like a field, facing away from a building. There was a low stone wall on my right. On either side of me were two children, kneeling with me in the grass. I was singing "How great Thou art", and I looked to the left and the little boy was singing along with me. He knew all of the words, even to the verses I didn't know. He was maybe 4 years old, blond and so skinny! But he smiled and sang along with me. I looked forward again, still singing, and Mark came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and said "They're not really there, you know." And the children were gone and it was just him and me in the field, and I hung my head.
I woke up singing "How great Thou art". :) The dream sounds really sad, and it's making me cry to remember it, but it wasn't sad in the dream. I just remember feeling so much joy that this little boy was singing to God with me.

There are two things that I find interesting about this dream. One, I often dream of children (almost every night) but I don't usually have any indication that they are mine. But there was a connection between me and this little boy, different than I have had in any of my other dreams. Two, I have been praying for a long time that God would be providing our children in Ukraine with someone to love them and watch over them until we can get there, but also that He would provide someone to show them His love and tell them about Him. I know they are probably too young to understand, but I want them to grow up knowing God in the same way Mark and I do.