My husband and I sat in the large meeting room. There was a incredible tension in the room, an anticipation, a fear of the unknown. In a few minutes we were to meet three kids that would change our lives forever.
Home studies were finished, interviews done, many hours of talking and contemplating had passed. We were armed with little photo books of our lives, snippets of who we were, trying to convince three lives that it might be a good idea to take a leap into a forever family, into yet another unknown for them.
We heard foot steps and the first day of the rest of the greatest unknown unfolded.
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You and Scott are AMAZING!
Bill, you need to get out more 🙂
So sweet ❤️. It reminds me of “vectoring”. One small moment, one fork in the road, one big effect.
So glad I am not navigating my own life … but let Him vector every aspect of this journey!
LOVE THAT WORD, Jenny ❤️
I enjoyed your post. That is an amazing step into the unknown! Visiting from FMF.
Thanks, Leslie, for your visit. Can’t wait to read more at your place 🙂 Love FMF!
Are you writing a book about this adventure of adopting three children at once? I hope so!!
While adoption is definitely an adventure, there is a problem with telling a story that is partly not mine own. When the Lord tightly knits things together in a family and when trust is build, trying to expose a story for story sake can have the potential of making things come unraveled. I thought about writing a fairy-tale though 🙂
Celebrating God’s perfect will being worked out in such sweet ways . . .❤️ (Happy Five Minute Friday!)
Yes, I am celebrating with you!!!! Time for a party! ♥️
There’s something coming ’round the bend,
its shape we cannot tell.
A thing to welcome or forfend?
Is it paradise, or hell?
We see its shadow on the ground
#1 at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2019/11/your-dying-spouse-697-losses-fmf.html
and on the rising walls,
and strive for meaning in the sound
of its strange new calls.
We’re sometimes free to step away
but often have to meet
the demons of the dawning day,
or God’s great mercy seat.
But if you quail, and if you run,
your heart will now what you have done.
Oh, darn…I messed up the format.
Here’s how it’s supposed to look. Sorry!
There’s something coming ’round the bend,
its shape we cannot tell.
A thing to welcome or forfend?
Is it paradise, or hell?
We see its shadow on the ground
and on the rising walls,
and strive for meaning in the sound
of its strange new calls.
We’re sometimes free to step away
but often have to meet
the demons of the dawning day,
or God’s great mercy seat.
But if you quail, and if you run,
your heart will know what you have done.
#1 at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2019/11/your-dying-spouse-697-losses-fmf.html
Andrew, you couldn’t mess up a poem (format or anything) even if you tried. I don’t know how you do that … This is great! Thanks for your comment … and I meant to tell you that I am so sorry about the loss of your pups 😶
Now THAT was a leap of faith into a great unknown. But what love to keep you buoyant. Love it. (This is so great to find you “here”- FMF- too. Makes me smile.)
You make me smile, too, sweet Brenda!!!! Thanks for your encouragement!
It is amazing how an unknown day can unfold forever changing our known lives. Grateful to be your neighbor this morning.
Always glad to get to meet my neighbors, Joanne! Looking forward to reading more at your place.