Such a little word, that could mean so many things. We've been matched! Faithful God has overwhelmed us with the surprise of TWIN one-year-olds. Never would I have predicted this one. Never.
Y'all, I've got so many directions that I could go with this story. But not nearly the time to do any of that well. I've got a long to-do list. ;)
I know that many of you pray for our family and might be wondering how you can do that well right now. So I want to at least fill you in on a few of the details. We were matched in mid-January. It didn't seem right to put it out there right away... I'm sure you've heard some of the same horror stories I have when it comes to adopting from foster care. It might've been fear that kept us from blabbing the news all willy-nilly.
Or it might've been wisdom; giving ourselves time to settle in to the idea before inviting all of the "OH MY WORD! CAN YOU REALLY HANDLE TWINS?" types-of-questions. (You know you've got a list, right?)
Nonetheless, the word is out. Twin boys. Yes indeed.
But the process is far from over. And because of that, I will not be publicly posting their names or faces anywhere. But I will tell you this - their faces? They are scrumptious. As are their toes. Which I might post a picture of soon.:)
So the rundown. We've met them. All of us. And the big brothers approve. The big dog is still unsettled about the baby gate. They've been to our house a few times (which is why we have a baby gate!) They are in the greatest possible foster home. They have been loved well by a family that has known they would be going on to a forever family someday. We are so grateful. Words fail to describe the importance of this foster family in this scenario. Invaluable is understating it.
Moving forward, we'll continue with daytime visits 3x weekly. I do not know how long this schedule will last. It might be awhile. Your prayers are greatly appreciated during this transitional time. Originally the target date was the end of February for them to be home.
However, there are circumstances outside of our case that are preventing forward progress. I call it "fallen world frailty." Satan would like to call it victory. But I am no fool, and I do not believe those lies. I know our God is creating something beautiful even in this carved-out pause. He is amazing like that. Always.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying this new view.
We're celebrating the little things. Like happy giggles when the big yellow buses bring big brothers home. And open arms when Daddy walks through the doorway. We're savoring the smell of baby lotion, and buying stock in Huggies. We are reveling in the fact that mommy has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
We are breathing deeply of the place where God has led us, slowed down enough to really let it rest in our souls. Trusting Him to surprise us with the way He works out details that threaten to overwhelm. We are walking with Him, day by day. Believing His promises to be solid and unwavering.
I shouldn't be the least bit surprised that my Bible study led me to this passage, this week...
"A Father for the fatherless and a judge for the widows, is God in His holy habitation. God makes a home for the lonely; He leads out the prisoners into prosperity, only the rebellious dwell in a parched land."