A little over sixteen years ago, after trying for years to have a baby, my husband and I began to think that maybe God was calling us to be adoptive parents. Then we had Lauren. And Alan. And I had gestational diabetes, so we weren't really anxious to try again. So adoption began to look like a possibility again. Then we had Rachel. And now I'm old. But God never closed that door.
This past January, on an icy day when church services were canceled, Jon and I had a talk. We looked at what adoption would cost. We looked at our finances. We considered our five passenger car that would need to be replaced. We did the math, and there was no way. Lauren starts college in three years. We looked at each other, and agreed–we had no idea how, but we couldn't see how we could NOT adopt. That's what we told God.
It seemed God smiled as He took our "loaves and fishes" and said, "Don't worry. I got this." Here's what He's done so far.
Book sales took off. February was one of my best months.
We got a tax refund.
Jon got the best raise he's gotten in years.
We are a long way from finished with this adventure. In fact, we're just at the "mounds of paperwork" part. But we're "confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in [us] will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ." (Philippians 1:6)
If you had an extra prayer we'd sure appreciate you remembering us and the little one God has picked out for us. I promise to keep you posted. Stay tuned!