Okay, yes, I know....It has been well over 6 months since my last post. That is not even proper blogger etiquette, but I've honestly tried to avoid this blog. Jumping into the foster care system is a huge deal, and it scares me to death. We moved into our new house on February 27th. They came and did our final home study a few days later. All we had to do was get a safety knob and a few safety latches for our cabinets, and we were set. But we actually didn't get those things until 2 weeks ago, 4 months later. I guess Wes and I have both been scared and unsure. What it all boils down to??? Just being scared to fall in love with a baby that is placed in our home, and the possibility that that baby could be taken away.
So about 2 and a half weeks ago, I was having one of those, "I'm so tired of wanting to get pregnant, I wish I had $25,000 to adopt a baby," days, and I called my friend Angela and balled on the phone with her. Of course, Angela is some kind of conversational wizard (well not a real wizard, because wizards are evil) that makes the most upset person calm. She worked her Godly woman magic on me, and asked me if I had thought more about doing the foster care/adoption thing. Of course, I told her about my fears, cried some more, and then she just prayed for me. She's awesome. I proceeded to walk into a worship team fellowship time at Moe's late, and had a good time hanging out with friends. At the very end, there was this couple in the corner of the restaurant that we noticed was holding a little newborn baby. My buddy Lisa, who seems to have never ever ever met a stranger, just wanders over to this couple and starts talking to them. Of course, my interested was piqued, and I headed over too. Yup...this couple had gone through the same foster care program that we had, they had gotten this baby at 3 days old, and they were about to adopt him. The birth mother was signing over rights, which doesn't seem to happen much.
Okay, yeah....obvious....God was giving me a big fat sign, and might as well have stapled it on my forehead, because it was that obvious.....
God kept whispering to me, "I can give you that case that 'never' happens." But I was too scared to respond. Well, after meeting that couple, I shared it with Wes, and we both agreed it was time to move forward. We have no idea what is going to happen, but we know we need to take a chance on this one. That's all there is to it. No more living in fear.
So they came and did our final check 2 weeks ago, and we're ready to get a placement now. I'm not freaking out now. I guess it just doesn't seem real. So I guess that "realness" will hit, when the baby gets dropped off at our house....whoever that little baby may be. We shall see....
