The word adopt means to take by choice another’s child and bring it up as one’s own child. The act of adopting brings with it emotions of deep sorrow and loss but also of great joy and healing.

I knew I was called to adopt many years ago, long before I was married or even entertained the thought of being a mother. I have even referred to myself as the unlikely mother.

My God knows my child and knows us, and most of all knows the exact time our paths need to cross. Some days the wait seems just so very long and daunting, like standing at the end of a hallway that never seems to end.

I turned while in the midst of the fire so weak and needy, to realize my King was standing there ready to catch me so I wouldn’t fall into the flames. Lean in friends, weak and needy, He is there.

Remember how I said that I am self reliant to a fault? Well, it turns out that the Enemy loves that part of me. He loves to exploit it and to make me miserable.

I have changed so much over the years because I have let Him change me. If this situation had happened years ago, I would have fought Him and been hurt and angry. Now I know that it is best to step back and let Him work.

I want this child to know that they were wanted, loved, treasured in my heart for years, and that an Almighty God placed them in our family. I still have no idea why He chose me for this responsibility but I know that He has been working on me and growing me to be able to follow Him on this journey.