Life, I have found, in thirty years, is completely unpredictable.
Who would have thought I would marry the first boy that caught my eye at band camp. I thought surely I would have to be set up on a blind date with someone who was actually blind before I found love. Oh, how I was wrong.
Then there's my smaller man who fulfilled big hopes. The twists and turns of his adoption story never cease to amaze me.
A year ago when another adoption seemed so distant and just sheer discussion caused dissension between Herb and I, I would have never dreamed we'd be walking the path we are this year.
Applied, approved, and waiting.
Waiting for the next unpredictable curve ball life will throw.
This round of adoption has thus far been a total example about the lessons being in the journey, not the arrival. For example, just tonight a complete stranger called to offer us help with our adoption. It would be awesome even if she was the only one, but the truth is that she's the third. Help has come out of the woodwork, not pursued by us, but led by God, and poured into our laps.
God's plan is not always clear. It is not always easy. But it is always good and it is always best.
Of this, I am living proof.