June 11, 2010.
It was a day that couldn't have been a coincidence.
It didn't happen by chance. And we were not just in the right place at the right time.
It wasn't fortune, luck or karma.
It was a day orchestrated beautifully by one awesome God.
One God who knew the prayer of my heart. Who knew what we longed for and dreamed of.
One God who had this day planned down to the minute and had been preparing us for this moment all along.
Knowing we felt ill-equipped and unprepared...
But knowing that it was all apart of His plan...for all 3 of us.
This sweet little face arrived at our house at 4:45pm on Friday, June 11th, 2010. We were CLUELESS. Seriously people...I mean, we didn't know how to make a bottle or what size diapers he wore kind of clueless. The poor baby didn't get a bath for almost 3 days until Kris' mom came to show me how...that kind of clueless.
But as ill-equipped as we felt there was one thing that came automatically...
Love.
It came as naturally as breathing. No one had to teach us how to love this boy. We knew from the moment he was brought to our home that God had been preparing us to love this baby.
I think about it all the time...What if I hadn't answered my phone? What if I had told them I couldn't b/c Kris was leaving town the next day? What if, what if, what if??
The 'what if's' take my breath away.
The 'what if's' take away God's power & glory in our story.
The amazing part of our story is that we were not supposed to get to keep him, but the miracle is he became officially ours when he was 17 months old.
The amazing part of our story is that most foster children go between their birth home and their foster home a few times before they are permanently settled in one place. The miracle of our story is that he did not spend one night away from us until he was 18 months old.
The amazing part of our story is that we had been told that "without going to great lengths, you will most likely not have a child on your own." The miracle is that we have been parents now for 2 years.
Hank, you are a miracle. And I am grateful that God planned for me to be your momma.
You are loved, chosen, cherished & worth fighting for.
Thank you Lord for first loving me, chosing me, cherishing me and proving that I'm worth fighting & dying for.
