Our adoption journey is still at a standstill in the natural, but God has been moving in the Spirit.  I am a dreamer (yes, literally!) and this all started with a dream over a year ago about a boy we’d adopt as a toddler. Then came another dream in which I gave birth to a toddler and named him Harvest.

With all the opposition, I was ready to say that the foster care system is not the right way for us. Maybe those dreams weren’t literal.  Maybe I’m just spiritually pregnant with a harvest of souls?

And yet God keeps speaking. And He’s speaking of 1+2. One child that would come to us first, and then two more that would follow together. The first one’s siblings is what I’m thinking. Twins? Or just a sibling group of two. I’m not sure. It’s like a treasure hunt and I’m eagerly anticipating the outcome.

I had a dream in which I was pregnant with 1 baby, and while I was pregnant with that baby, I got pregnant again with twins. I knew that they’d have to do a c-section to get the first baby out when he was ready, but they’d leave the twins inside of me for a little while longer until they were full term. In the first dream that started all of this, “Harvest” had two older siblings, one boy and one girl.  In the dream I had while I was pregnant with Hadessah, I was pregnant with triplets. One girl and two boys. I knew this because two of them were wearing pants and one was wearing a dress!

And it’s not just dreams. I was sitting in the parkinglot of Schnucks waiting for Kevin while he was picking up a couple things. I look to my right and there was a huge red truck. I look to my left and there was another huge red truck. I thought that was ironic and said to myself “Maybe God is trying to tell me something”. Then I quickly dismissed that. “Why do you always think everything is prophetic. Sometimes trucks are just trucks!” Then I said “Okay God, if You’re speaking to me, let another red truck like vehicle pull in right in front of me.” A minute later, here comes a big red jeep. It pulls in and parks in the spot directly in front of our car. I begin to laugh hysterically, but I have no idea what this means.

My friend LeeAnna tells me that she feels it means we have a ministry of redemption that will go tough places others can not go (because vehicles speak of ministries and trucks can go places other vehicles can’t go)… Then I put 2 and 1 together and realize that the jeep was different than the “twin” trucks, but they were all bright red… A ministry of redemption for 3 specific people, a group of 2 and a group of 1!

Then I’m driving down Olive… which I do a lot now. Kevin works off of Olive, I work between Olive and Page, Hosanna’s doctor’s on Olive as well as the psychologist I had my eval with… Olive, olive, olive… I’m driving and I see “Harvest Lane”… I turn down this little street, hoping to see a house for sale since we’re looking to buy a house… the street ends, and I make a right on Engle to turn around… only Harvest Lane continues there, with a sign that says “Harvest Acres”… I go down there and it dead ends. I turn around and going back up Harvest Lane I run into “Harvest Court”… Three Harvests… a group of 2 (lane) and a group of 1 (court)…

Am I nuts? I beleive God speaks today. I believe He’s showing me glimpses of His goodness to spur us on in our journey. I believe we will adopt 3 children from the system… even though the rules say we could only have 2. Could this all mean something else? Something different? Yes, it could. Could it be at a different timing? Yes it could! It could be after our kids are grown and out of the house! But it could be sooner. And I want my heart prepared for whatever God wants to bring our way. I want to partner with Him in His purposes. I want to tell my little Harvest(s) about how God led them straight to us. What a story that will be!