I always thought I was a writer. I enjoy writing but haven't put enough time into this blog. One reason I think is because I made the blog to blog about adoption and well there isn't much news on that front. Since October (when we officially made the waiting list) we've moved about 10 spots (from 85 to what I guess is 73 but I haven't checked officially). That in itself isn't overly optimistic. If you then break it down further to the fact that in 2012 our agency has had 1 referral (it was of siblings so that's something) then it feels much more bleak given that it's nearly halfway through May. Also that Mother's Day is this weekend just puts me in a bad mood. If I had a big old baby belly people would treat me like a mother but since I am only paper pregnant, it won't be so. People do care and ask about the adoption but I don't have any answers and thinking about it too much makes me so depressed because... it may be a year, it may be 2 it may even be 5 and that's a lot to swallow. I know God has called me to adopt. That there is a reason my heart breaks for the children without families. That there is a reason for this time of WAITING with no end insight. I know that. But I have to remind myself every day.
Romans 8:23 And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body.
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