Back in February, Tabitha and I were sitting in the auditorium at church listening to a guest speaker. I was having trouble paying attention, my mind wandering, until the speaker started talking about the Stages of Hurt:
God spoke to Tabitha and I in that moment. We both realized that we had been cycling through those stages for years. Years. Not always in that exact stage order but something quite like it. You see, we have been trying to have another child for about 9 years now. Seeing what ultimately are the Stages of Grief, written down on the conference handout we were attending, did something. I could finally see the bigger picture. I could see how a friend’s baby announcement would suddenly shoot me into anger or even bargaining over not being able to have more children; I could see why, at times, I’ve been depressed.
In that moment of epiphany, Tab and I both felt that God was calling us to step out of those stages. We felt Him calling us to more.
So we talked and met with wise counsel at church. My church’s youth pastor and his wife sat down with us over dinner. They listened to our story and shared their own (I can’t put into words how much this meant to us). We learned that we weren’t alone in our experience. After meeting with them, we decided to contact the Texas Department of Family and Protective Services. We attended an informational meeting (which was awesome). Soon after, we signed up to take adoption certification classes (PRIDE) which lasted a few weeks. We have since finished up:
- Turning in financial information
- FBI Database fingerprinting
- Having a fire inspection of our home
We have a:
- Health Inspection for the house
- And an Home Study/Interview left before we are certified to adopt. We are almost there!
If you think about my family, as we move forward in this process, we are asking for:
- Prayer (if you are not the praying sort, positive thoughts then)
- That God would lead our adoption caseworker to the child He wants
Excited to finally share this news with ya’ll. More to come.
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