

... when her child and the beloved family of her child is experiencing one of the most important moments of their lives - appearing before a judge asking permission to legally adopt one who has already become one with them.
She meditates and she prays.
She works with her hands because somehow the work becomes its own sort of prayer, and God knows the love and devotion that is always part of the work of a woman's hands.
There is silence except for the words escaping her lips as they are formed in her heart. The movement is back and forth, as she carefully pieces batting together and then just as carefully pins the top to the rest of the quilt sandwich - it's back and forth, except for those moments she is drawn to her knees for a moment - responding to some inner voice that says this is the thing to do right now.

At 10 minutes before 10, Philippines time, it seems as though I feel some sort of release. I don't know what that's to signify, but I note it to myself, and then I continue for another couple hours, and then I break for supper. I could have put the work aside until the next morning (today), but I continued. Even if the hearing was over, it could be that the court was still considering the petition. Continuing seems to be a good thing to do, and I'm not tired after supper.
The news is that the court seemed to be amiable to the documents and the interviews with the family. I learn later that the interviews were intense, but the family remained calm. Even Erica, at a few months short of five, was quiet. Even she knew it was a very important day in her life.

We're still praying ...

Mammy's Flower Garden has become a prayer quilt.
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