Over the last couple of days, I've been thinking about the word "might." As in, adopting a baby might happen someday. There are just some days it feels like it won't ever happen, and there are some days I feel so hopeful and confident that it must be right around the corner. But it's been almost three years. And there are times when it just seems so impossible. Why would a woman choose to give up her baby? It's such an incredibly, almost unfathomable idea, for a woman to give her child to someone else. But I know it happens all the time, it just hasn't happened to use yet.
For those of you who've adopted, especially those of you with long waits, was there ever a point where you just felt like giving up? When you wanted to throw in the towel and ask your agency to stop showing your profile? Don't get me wrong, that's not exactly where I'm at, but there are times when I'm just so tired of waiting for the phone to ring. And I'm scared that if we get matched again, it will fall apart again.
It's all wrapped up in fear, isn't it? Sigh.
But then I think about God's "might," and how the intricacies of this
situation are not beyond his control. The growth of my family, the
addition of children, will come at his choosing, in his timing.
I continue to pray, I continue to dream, I continue to hope. I
choose to submit to his will and let him lead us down the path to our
family.
Long overdue final update (such a good one)!
9 months ago



