Logical or Faithful

I'm sitting here snowed in...again, and I'm thinking about Miss Brigitta and Nellie and of course Olga. I'm thinking that my brain hurts from thinking. My faith needs to take over where logic just isn't working. Here's Olga, perfectly healthy, with a boatload of money in her account and no family yet. Miss Brigitta is sitting in the worst possible place right now. Her account has been pooled with the other girls who are 6+ years old and it's a race to see who gets the money. First one with a family wins. What the hell do you pray for in this situation? And Nellie is following in Brigitta's footsteps. All beautiful, all worthy of love and a family, yet nothing.
Then there's our family who would scoop up all three girls and love them with our whole hearts. There are so many families out there who want these children and don't qualify for some reason. Then there are so many families who do qualify but don't want these children. There is no logic in this! Why ! Why does God put the desire and want into the hearts of the people who cannot rescue these children? Why does He break our hearts for what breaks His if we are unable to help?

Sometimes raising money and spreading the word and prayers do not get a child a home.Logically, all this should work, and the child should be adopted.
When this doesn't happen, what does it mean? Does it mean we failed, or that it's God's will? When a beautiful innocent child is treated worse than an animal and sent to an institution because no family will take them, how do you deal with it? How do you not become bitter?

To me Brigitta and Nellie and Olga look like Princesses. To most of the world they are perceived as a burden, and at best pitied. This makes me bitter and mad and nauseous.
I know God doesn't always go the logical route, if He did then miracles would not be miracles. God has His own set of rules and timetable, and plans. I think my problem is, I try relentlessly to wrap my brain around what He is doing. I try to jump ahead and figure it out. I have a habit of reading the last page of a book first. Always trying to see the ending before the beginning. But there is no last page here, God has no ending. The story is never over. There is no logic in that, just blind faith. Faith to trust a God who doesn't care about logic, and is unpredictable and spontaneous. A God who loves these children more than we could ever imagine loving them. A God who has our and their best interests at heart... ALWAYS. A God who although won't tell us the ending, will walk beside us during the journey. A God who will carry us when we feel we can't go on, and A God who will comfort us when our hearts are breaking, because His is breaking too.