So it’s been a week since seeing the attorney and making contact with the little baby in town’s family, and not a single word of hope or dispair. There has been no contact regarding the May baby either, and my heart yearns for anything. Even if the call is to let me know the family has decided to keep the baby, or give the wee one to another family-in-waiting. Or that they are still making up their minds regarding this monumental decision. But as much as I long to hear an update, my soul waits and my heart believes.
We had a pretty busy week this week getting ready for our first big fundraiser; chili is made, supplies are bought, the raffle table is made, and cookie supplies are sitting and ready. I’m working tonight, but tomorrow, it’s on! My kitchen will transform into a crazy mess with 25 dozen cookies being made. And let it be known: I am NOT a baker. I love some time in the kitchen. Talk about soul food!!! I love people by feeding them, hosting dinners and having people surrounding my table. Talk about some truly intentional love in my book… But baking? Yeah, that’s not my love language. Nonetheless, my kitchen will be covered in a layer of baking dust. My stove will be roaring hot (which will be quite welcome, considering tonight is the first night below freezing!), and I’ll be wearing my daddy’s apron. It’ll be a chance to channel my energy and do some serious meditation and talking to God while I’m mixing and spooning, squishing and baking, cooling and decorating all those sweet treats. I’m pretty excited about the quiet solitude.
I had a chance to talk to a co-worker who told me her adoption story. She and her husband had been in touch with local entities for about two years, with four people who changed their minds at some point through the process. Then one night, she got a phone call in the middle of the night saying there was a mother who wanted to talk to her. She met the mom that night, went back the next morning with her husband, and ended up taking her little bit home with her the very next day. She said that as awesome as the experience was and is, she doesn’t know if emotionally she could handle another adoption. I just love hearing people’s stories of adoption. How they came to the decision to adopt, what they went through during the process, their emotional state throughout, their timelines, whether they would do it again, and how life is with the child after life settles in. Each story is so diverse. Each family is so beautiful. Each child is so completely loved and cherished. And each parent is so inspirational!
Jeremiah 1:5-6 “Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before though comest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee.” What a BEAUTIFUL promise! I just love this verse!