Hallelujah

My friend Cindy finally has her daughter.

Cindy is special to me because she was instrumental in helping me get my job (which I love) after 5 years as a supply teacher. She was working at my school as the Special Education Specialist when she decided to be a classroom teacher instead. She went to the principal and told her that she should consider me for her replacement; that I would be fantastic for the job; that she had had many conversations with me about special education and that she would help me through (she did). The following year she moved to another school and we lost touch, but I used the shiny folder she left for me for years.

This year we re-connected through our French teacher, who works at both our schools. Imagine our surprise to discover that we had both been traveling the same adoption path! It has helped me so much to be patient when I see the grace with which she has waited, and for so much longer than most. (Journey to Hannah)

Every time I look at the photos of her and her daughter I hear the same word. Sometimes it is the quiet Leonard Cohen version; other times, a chorus of a thousand angels.
Hallelujah.
If you've ever wondered what that word really means, just look at her face.