Possibilities and Prayers

The last blog I wrote was before we had our first meeting with an adoption agent…  And then I left you all hanging.  I’m SORRY!!

I was VERY emotional for about a week afterwards.  It’s a whole new set of emotions that accompany this journey…

There is SO much involved in the process of adoption.  Paperwork, background checks, home study.

But it will all be so worth it in the end.

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Adoption is one of those things a lot of people talk about, but I don’t think everyone actually understands.

Some people adopt because they can never have children.  Some people adopt because they feel like God is putting it on their hearts to do so.

And then there’s the birth mother.

What a painful, heartbreaking, emotional decision.

Yet one that is so completely selfless that it just astounds me.

It takes a strong woman to realize that they may not be capable of giving their child the life that they deserve and then trusting – often total strangers – to raise that child.

For us to be chosen by one of those women would be simply amazing.

Our faith is completely in God through all of this.

He knows the ending.  And He knows everything in between.

Awhile ago I wrote about how God Never Wastes a Hurt and it still holds so true.

There are some VERY exciting possibilities happening in the next few months and we are fully aware that this process can be frustrating and often heartbreaking.  But just like every thing else that we’ve done on this journey, we are trusting it to God.

We are praying for our child, wherever they are and whatever stage in life they may be.  We are praying for their biological parents that will entrust them to our care – for comfort and peace.  We will be forever thankful to them whenever they choose us.

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And we will take any and all prayers and good thoughts that you want to send our way!!

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What is a Veteran?

What is a Vet

I come from a long line of military.  Grandfather, father, cousins, uncles, friends – all wrote that check knowing full well it could be cashed at any moment.  World War II, Vietnam, Gulf War, Desert Storm, Operation Iraqi Freedom – just a few of the wars that family and friends have fought.  After hearing very few stories of what was seen and done in wars and combat zones, I attempted to join the NAVY to follow in the brave footsteps of all those who had set such an amazing example.  I still remember the moment my father showed me his military uniform and some of the medals he’d received from service.  He never really told me stories about the war, and I plan to sit down with him sometime and ask – before it’s too late to hear them in his words & voice, if he wants to.  I remember watching my father do many things and his hands would just tremble uncontrollably.  “Occupational Hazard” was always his answer when I would question why.  As I sit and hold the medals in my hands, my heart hurts to think of what so many people see and do that fight for us, but my mind conjures up images that – I’m sure – are tame compared to memories.  Most don’t talk about what went on…  the memories are too vivid, painful.  And I don’t blame them.  Here are the medals my father gave to me:

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I have many friends that are married to service members.  They aren’t to go without recognition either.  They sacrifice the ones they love for us as well.  Nights that their children cry for daddy or mommy.  Days that they ask “Is today the day I’ll receive a letter or a phone call from the one I love?”  I know that long before news stories are told, families are aware of any losses, but I can’t imagine the sinking feeling when a wife, child, parent, brother, sister, uncle, aunt, friend sees a story and wonders just for a moment “Is that my loved one?”  I’ve seen joyous reunions, and been part of mournful losses.  They all break my heart in one way or another.

Too many people take for granted the fact that freedom isn’t indeed FREE.  They complain about things they cannot change, yet every day, there are those that fight to give those people the right to complain.  And they do it with selfless love.  To all of those veterans and soldiers, I simply say THANK YOU!  

Thank you for your courage.

Thank you for your bravery.

Thank you for your passion.

Thank you for your love.

Thank you for your service.

Thank you for your sacrifice.

There are merely not enough “thank you’s” that will fully convey the debt of gratitude that my country and I owe to each and every one of you, men and women alike.

Veterans Day