Yesterday was December 1. It was the “deadline” for when we should’ve heard news if we were going to get to Amelia before late January. We haven’t heard a thing, which “probably” means that all will be silent on the adoption front for at least 6 more weeks.
I really wanted to fall apart, but God in His graciousness sent me more hope. Our agency now thinks that there is still a chance for us to travel before Christmas. They’re not sure if it’s a very likely scenario, but God loves to do the unlikely, so we’re okay with that.
Even before we heard this hopeful news, my Tuesday morning was filled with some reality checks from God. Each one made me realize that I am blessed, and that I have no right to be stuck in a pity party while we wait for Amelia.
|A pacifier. Sue me. 🙂|
On the ride to work, I heard a Charles Stanley sermon. He said, “Some of God’s choicest blessings come through hardship. It’s the difficult times that prune us, and knock off our rough edges, and refine us, and make us more like our Creator. If we really want to be like our Father, then we should be thankful for the hard times.” Wow. I do want to be more like God. Even if that means pain. Reality check #2.
Then I checked my voice mail. A friend’s baby girl died. WOW. There aren’t even words I can add to that. Reality check #3.
So if you’re wondering how I’m doing today – even though December 1 has passed, the “deadline” for when we should’ve heard something if we are to get our Amelia without delay, – I will tell you this: I am blessed. Smothered in blessings. I am thankful. And hopeful. Please keep praying.