This morning I had somewhat of a revelation. It happened in the space between the time when I start to gain consciousness and my feet actually hitting the floor.
Over the past few days Psalm 21:2 has been rolling around in my head. "You have granted him the desire of his heart and have not withheld the request of his lips."
In some ways I think the journey to our little guy began 30 years ago. I was in 7th and 8th grade when I read the National Inquirer during "free reading time" in Language Arts class. (Right now some of you are thinking "What?!? Your teacher had National Inquirer in her classroom for free reading?" There are others of you who also had 'Mother Rupert' as a teacher and it makes perfect sense. But I digress.) Each issue had two small photos of adoptable Special Needs children. I remember praying that God would give me one of them because I'd want and love him/her despite the challenges.
That prayer, while sincere, was soon forgotten. I moved on to the "more important" things in the life of an 80's teen... like Jordache jeans and BIG hair. Though I forgot, God did not.
Eastern Europe is not a region I had ever wished to adopt from. My heart was moved for Haiti, Kenya, and China. There were things about each of these places that made perfect sense to me... we had friends there, we had traveled there, we knew some of the culture, and so on.
While competing in Summer Biathlon in the 90's, I had an opportunity to travel to Northern and Eastern Europe. It was an amazing trip and I hoped to one day return. To date, that has not happened. And with the birth of our babies, I figured it would be quite a few years before it did.
That's where my 'revelation' from this morning comes in... not only has God granted me the desire of my heart in adopting a child with Ds, He is also fulfilling the request of my lips to one day return to EE.
This journey is amazing and the things God has orchestrated to get us to this exact time in our lives blows me away.