While I was in Ethiopia it sort of felt like God was telling me that another adoption wasn't in His plan for us. I completely shut my ears and tried really hard not to hear him. I loved on those babies and children with all that I had. I prayed over them and spoke His love into those tiny little hearts. Praying that some day I would be able to do the same with my next child, praying that there was someone to pray that into her little heart when I could not.
But since I have been home it seems as though He is steering us in a different direction. D is still adamant that another adoption right now is not in the cards. There has been no burning bush for him.
The bush he has seen burning is going to Ethiopia to do mission work.
Seems as though it's the same burning bush I have been trying to avoid, putting my sunglasses on and trying not to see.
We have another at least 10 people that want to go to ET with us next time, next year. We have relationships built and more opportunities this time.
I am mourning my dream, that I felt sure was from God, and looking towards this new adventure.
I am excited to see what He does and where He takes us.
I mourn what feels like the loss of a child, while I look forward to what I know will be full of His blessing and grace.