It was only during our adoption of Isabelle (which we started out NSN) that we even got within spitting distance of a social worker before we had a referral picture in our sweaty little hands. And one framed by the bedside. And one laminated and tucked inside my purse. You get the idea.
But this time we’ve just been moving forward. In obedience. The only driving force being God, and my husband’s certainty that this is what we are to do. And now is the time.
And even though we’ve been moving forward, finishing our physicals, visiting notaries, taking our fingerprints, typing up SoS cover letters, it hasn’t had the same ‘feel’ as our other adoptions. Because it’s been so hard to imagine this little one we’ve been working toward. And I’ll be the first to admit, I think that not having that feeling has made this a bit more of a journey for this mama.
That and wrestling with a lot of young ‘uns at home.
“No. We’ve got the money.”
God wanted us to position ourselves. Without the picture. Without the tangible. Just because He said so.