I have had dreams of sitting at the SDA flipping through files of children wondering which one we should choose. Each face looking into my eyes begging for me to choose them. Looking over at John who is of no help whatsoever because he too can't decide how to choose our next child. Just when I think I have finally chosen the right child for our family-- I hear a little voice coming from one of the boys' pictures that we didn't choose, crying and asking, "Why didn't you choose me? Why? I am a good boy. I promise."
Sounds more like a nightmare to me.
And that is why I really had no desire to travel to Ukraine for a blind referral.
I know for many people this is just part of the process in finding their child, and that is fine, but for me, I had absolutely no desire of living out my bad dream. No desire at all.
And what would you know? Without even having to really ask, people began telling us about children. And as soon as we found a match to our homestudy specifications we pretty much committed and prepared to submit a petition to adopt.
However, God had different plans because we got ready to submit a petition two times prior to this last time only to find out it wasn't meant to be.
So who were we supposed to adopt? Who did God have chosen for our family? Was it a boy? Was it a girl?
Or was it both?
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