Emmalie is fast approaching two years old, and the three year-olds are making great gains. They're not acting so... well, three. It's a hard year, no? The twos have nothing on the threes.
Then enter a phone call. It's amazing how one "hello" can change so much.
On a Wednesday morning, we received a call that rocked our world and stunned us speechless. We were asked to adopt a child. A 6 year-old child. The sibling of one of our little ones.
This was huge. A decision we did not want to take lightly or make too quickly. And then there's the wow factor in all of this. Wow. Just wow. We were NOT expecting this. At ALL. Not in the furthest reaches of our imaginations.
We questioned, cried, prayed, gathered information, laughed at the wonder of it all, and waited for an answer. We needed to hear a sure word from the Lord. Should we do this? Can we do this? We were excited, yet terrified. But even before a decision, we loved this child. We knew for sure that this child had no family, and that is not okay, no matter who you are. Our hearts were (are) beating on the outside of our chests.
After a week, He spoke, and we had our answer. We should and we can. So we began moving forward to bring this child home. So here we sit weeks later. We've been fingerprinted, have filled out mounds of paperwork, and are now waiting to hear the "when." All we know is that it will be soon.
We're up to our eyeballs in projects to ready the house and ourselves for homecoming day.
We're building bunk beds and painting dressers and walls.
We're buying mattresses, clothing, and stuffed animals.
We're sewing blankies and pillows.
We're preparing to extend more of ourselves.
We're discussing how we'll parent differently.
We're talking with the kids about the empathy and compassion needed.
But mostly we wait and pray.
We have an idea, but we don't know exactly how things will change in our family life.
I've had moments of panic. Moments of missing this child so much I can't hold it together. And moments of sheer worship. God is so good. So, so good.
Just because it appears as if we're entering another forest, doesn't mean we will.
And just because another forest may be ahead for us, doesn't mean it won't be good.
We've received the emails warning us. We know. We aren't walking into this blindly. We know adopting an older child isn't a cake walk. We teach classes on this very thing.
We're as prepared as we can be. And that's okay with us.
Our God is so personal. We know He is holding our hands, and will continue. A child is coming home.
And do you know what?
Maybe the person I've turned into while living in the forest these years is the person God meant for me to be all along. I don't need to search for the true woman any longer. She's not gone, nor is she hidden among motherhood. She's already here. And I like her.
This is all the information we'll be providing for now.
You may have questions. We understand. We have our share as well.
Hopefully very soon, our home will be rejoicing and swelling with thankfulness, as we wrap Christ's love around another.