So Hadessah and I put up Harvest’s crib the other day. I know that sounds like a simple statement, but it took me awhile to “get there” and it has many implications. 

The short of it is: I am finally at peace with adopting an infant. 

I still don’t understand my 2 distinct dreams about adopting a black toddler, but I’ve let my own understanding go. Enough to put up the crib. 

We’ve been presented to 5 birth-mothers so far. That means 5 chances to say “Yes” and hearing 5 “No”s. I have no idea how many “opportunities to say yes” we’ll have before our “Yes” is returned with a “Yes”.  (Okay the quotation marks are getting annoying. I’ll use CAPS instead.) All I know is that each YES is a YES to Him. Each YES is recorded in Heaven. Each one counts. Each one moves His heart. And so if we are “rejected” 50 times, I choose not to look at it as being rejected. Instead that would mean there are 50 YESes recorded in His book of remembrance. 50 opportunities to ravish His heart. What a beautiful opportunity. 

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