Thursday, March 7, 2013

Anticipation

There is so much anticipation when waiting for a referral.  There are so many questions that run through your mind.
 
Will I cry?
What will they look like?
Will I feel a connection?
How do I know they are mine?
Will they want me for a parent?
 
The first picture of our kids together...family...here come the water works!
 
 
Our referral day was nothing like I imagined it.  First of all, I imagined getting the picture of two babies from Ethiopia.  Instead I got pictures of two precious toddlers in the Congo.  The Lord is full of surprises and we could not feel more blessed.
 
So the answer to those questions.  I did not cry...which really shocked me!  I have made up for it by crying every day since whenever I see their faces.  They look perfect!  I know they are mine just like I know Irelyn is mine.  I know that God chose us to parent them.  All of my fears and doubts immediately left my mind after seeing their faces.  God's sovereignty was the only thing I could think of.
 
Now two weeks later...we are completely in love.  We want them home so bad!  The time frame we have been given to get them home is simply too long.  We are going to fall on our knees during this time and cry out to the Lord to move mountains to bring our babies home fast.
 
One of the things I used to think about before we got a referral is what our children's stories would be.  What there lives were like before I got their pictures?  Well their stories are heartbreaking and a product of sin.  Their stories are theirs and if they want to share someday, they can.  God used their stories and he snuffed out sin by bringing this happy ending.  He used everything that happened to them to bring them to us...to a loving family and will teach them about their father in heaven.  When the day comes that I have to tell them their stories, that is what I will focus on.  They have a Father who loves them so much, he made beauty from pain.
 


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