I never really thought we would be able to adopt since we had three children already. Just didn't think my husband would go for it. I think we pick our battles, don't we?
And truth be told, if I thought about adopting, it was always a newborn baby. I guess that is the way I was used to children joining families. When they are new.
So, what happened to change my thoughts on the matter and make me get the guts to approach my husband on the matter? I really can't explain it other than God has other plans . . .
Here is what happened:
After church one day I was in the little kitchen with a few of the other women from church; we were cleaning up after a potluck I believe. A dear friend Penny came in to share a prayer request. (I hope Penny doesn't mind that I am using her real name. I guess I'll ask her next time we speak)
I'm paraphrasing here, but she says something like,
"I have a prayer request to share. There is a little girl in our church who needs a family to adopt her and we would really like her to be adopted by someone here."
Well, many of us were shocked to hear such a thing, and asked who this little girl was.
"*Marissa," said Penny
"Marissa!" a few of us said in unison.
And then I knew. My heart actually felt like it was in my throat. Penny shared a couple of more bits of information, so the women would know how to pray. Another friend realized I had asked a few questions and she looked at me and said,
"Susan, you want a seven year old!"
Apparently I did, since I proceeded to follow Penny out to her car.
to be continued. . .
~Susan
*name has been changed
And truth be told, if I thought about adopting, it was always a newborn baby. I guess that is the way I was used to children joining families. When they are new.
So, what happened to change my thoughts on the matter and make me get the guts to approach my husband on the matter? I really can't explain it other than God has other plans . . .
Here is what happened:
After church one day I was in the little kitchen with a few of the other women from church; we were cleaning up after a potluck I believe. A dear friend Penny came in to share a prayer request. (I hope Penny doesn't mind that I am using her real name. I guess I'll ask her next time we speak)
I'm paraphrasing here, but she says something like,
"I have a prayer request to share. There is a little girl in our church who needs a family to adopt her and we would really like her to be adopted by someone here."
Well, many of us were shocked to hear such a thing, and asked who this little girl was.
"*Marissa," said Penny
"Marissa!" a few of us said in unison.
And then I knew. My heart actually felt like it was in my throat. Penny shared a couple of more bits of information, so the women would know how to pray. Another friend realized I had asked a few questions and she looked at me and said,
"Susan, you want a seven year old!"
Apparently I did, since I proceeded to follow Penny out to her car.
to be continued. . .
~Susan
*name has been changed
For I know the plans I have for you, "declares the Lord,"
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11
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