A year ago today is when we received our very first "The Call" and frantically (without speeding, of course) drove down to Florida to go meet the first baby we thought was our daughter. We all know how the story turned out when we had to make the hardest decision we have ever, ever had to make and turn around after 4-5 days and make the trip home - babyless.
Statistically, we should already have been (permanent) parents by now (I look at statistics by using a small agency and a consultant). But, as we have seen, Kyle and I just don't seem to do things easy. Even though it can be really frustrating, I kind of like that our story is not one that is just rainbows and butterflies. I am not knocking the people who have had an easy adoption journey - I think those serve as powerful and beautiful and wonderful stories. I just kind of think it's pretty neat that one day we will be able to tell our child just how hard we fought for him/her and just how long we longed for him/her. We will be able to tell our child that God put us on a path that was definitely not our own because He had something even greater in store for us. Who knows, maybe I tell myself all of these positive things about having a super tough journey because that is what helps keep me holding my head held high. That and of course Jesus. When nothing else has been constant or consistent in our adoption journey Jesus has always been and I can see that.
So, I can't and won't fret over statistics. After all, statistics don't have anything to do with the power of the Cross or God's timing. I hope I will be able to share some good news in a week or so.
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