Writing with Five Minute Friday on “again”. No editing or backtracking, just writing for 5 minutes.
Last I updated, we waited. Waited to hear about the possibilities of a little blonde-haired boy coming to our home. I said it felt right, and it did.
The waiting has ended.
But maybe not for the reason we hoped. He’s getting adopted by his foster parents.
I’m so happy for him. I truly am. He’s getting a forever family with someone that already knows him and where he feels comfortable. He doesn’t have to move homes yet again.
But I can’t say we all weren’t a little disappointed.
But God spoke to us last weekend through a friend, giving what we needed just when we needed it. He let us know he’s coming, finding his way home.
And with that message, my heart is content. Disappointed, but content.
We’re out to sea now, though, floating and not able to see the shoreline. Not sure which direction we need to go to find it.
We’re in a different waiting game, one where we try to find the next step, knowing we’ve taken all the ones He’s told us to so far.
And so we’ll wait.