It has been one week since our homestudy was submitted for approval.
And I can't quite describe my emotions.
I am anxious. Ready for this incredibly long process to be complete. Stamped. Signed. Sealed. Delivered.
I am trying to cherish these moments of quiet. What it feels like in my house, waiting for our little one to come home.
Heartbroken. That our precious baby is out there somewhere, not being held, loved on, prayed over by us.
Now that our waiting is drawing to a close, I am realizing the weight of being a middle mama, a waiting mama, a can't fix it yet mama.
Yet, in all of that, I couldn't imagine any other place I would rather be. In this season. Waiting. Yearning to see that precious face.
If I didn't know Jesus, I couldn't do it. Like not in the slightest. It would be too much to bear.
1,200 children needing foster homes in South Carolina? What am I supposed to do with that?
Thankfully, I know Him. And He is the God who uses delay to grow my belief.
Belief in His capable hands. Belief that he wrote our family's story before time itself. Belief that this baby is His. He formed their little body, to be exactly right for us.
That is something I can believe in. I can wait on Him.
Wherever you are, whatever you are walking through, know that there is a God who knows you because He made you. His delay only brings about belief. His promises are good.
He will not fail you.
Love and Laughter,