This post has been several weeks in the making… unfortunately.
And fortunately.
Or more like it: providentially.
It has taken me many, many days to wrap my head and heart around what God did on March 3. The day we saw a beautiful little face that we now know was not meant to be ours… but we had no idea at the time.
Let me explain.
I had felt a tug for a couple of months to look at our agency’s waiting child listing, a place where pictures of children who aren’t yet matched with families — mostly because they are older than toddler age — show us faces and ages, glimpses of little personalities and longing eyes. I thought God wanted me to start praying for specific children to find homes.
So on March 3, I finally called the agency to request the new password to access the site. I was actually on the phone with the waiting child coordinator while I typed the password into the computer.
And then I saw her.
A sweet three-month old baby girl, with beautiful full lips and a head full of loose curls, sitting up in a Bumbo chair with some milk dribbling out of the corner of her mouth.
I think I stuttered something incoherent before coming to my senses enough to ask about this child, who found herself outside the normal referral channels because of her potential for serious medical issues. Serious enough that they would cause Bryan and I to pray fervently, petitioning God not only for a sign as to whether we should ask to move forward with her, but for Him as our Great Physician to protect her from harm and sickness.
Her name is M.
After 24 hours, we confirmed to the agency that we did want to review her file if we were the highest priority family. The agency had informed parents that they would wait for a certain day to gauge interest, then the family who was most paper-ready and highest on the wait list would be given her file.
We knew it was a long shot. After all, we were #30 on the list at the time.
Yet we hoped… and the momma heart that I had pushed to the back of my consciousness, not willing it to beat for fear I would drive myself crazy in what we expected would be many more months before a referral was possible, dove to the front and through a door that suddenly appeared to be cracked open. I couldn’t sleep. Over the next several hours and days, I kept returning to the computer, looking at her picture (always open on our desktop) and praying, wondering if she was meant to be ours. The feelings were overwhelming.
Four days later, we received an email telling us her paperwork had been given to a family higher on the list… and a few days after that, we were notified that we had moved to #29 because a referral had been accepted. Her referral.
The twenties were a milestone we had been waiting for for months, yet getting there under these circumstances was beyond bittersweet.
And as a result… I have been changed.
I couldn’t have honestly said this even two months ago… but today I am no longer just a “potential adoptive parent”. I am a momma times four already… to our three littles and a baby girl halfway around the world, a child I have not yet seen. Whose face has not yet graced my computer screen. Who today may be awaiting her paperwork in an Ethiopian orphanage, or perhaps may still be in her birthmother’s womb.
And I can’t push back this longing any more.
Because God used sweet little M, even the unrealized potential of her, to move me to a place of preparedness for the child who will come. In fact, her arrival is closer with each passing day. Her name is on our lips, and someday that name will grace a new birth certificate attached to our last name.
This unknown child is ours already… and not yet.
Which, by the way, is making me a little nutty. I may not have pregnancy hormones raging… but ironically the way I feel is not all that dissimilar. Only this particular brand of craziness does not have a definite end date (sorry hubby!).
God is showing me through this process, this journey-before-the-journey, just a tiny glimpse not only of the expanded motherhood that is to come but also of the extent of His grace and mercy to me, which — like the love I have for our newest child — is a gift I hold completely yet know only in part.
So though it makes me crazy, it also gives me comfort. He knows. And the events of these past several weeks are not outside His plan. In fact, He used them to bring me to this place of expectant longing.
Which is right where I need to be.
And for that I will praise Him.
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