Just got off the phone with the adoption agency. Long story short... We're not adopting the three year old girl.
To give you a few details, I called today to say that our family was making the tough call to potentially decline the adoption of this little girl. Strangely enough, it turns out that they have another family who also would like to adopt her... AND her sister!! If you ask me, it was God leading us into a scenario where we could make a decision and feel its peace surrounding us.
What?!!? Wow. Really?!?!?
Coincidence??
I think not.
My last post, found here, http://insideout.tougas.net/node/242 spoke of an incessant passion of mine. Earlier posts would etch its intent into space, not ever knowing where or what I would do about it. Words are hollow. Intent, even moreso. What good is it to talk if those words reach ears, but not lives?
Twenty-four hours later, a phone call may have changed the course of our journey. Words have caught up with me and I've been challenged in more ways than I can share in one post. I have been heard. I am now tested.
How far am I willing to take these letters, "scribbled" on these pages?
...and then I get a headache.
My pastor at The Meeting House had a series about our "sense of entitlement". That used to be me. My mother never taught me that I wasn't always entitled to what I want and when I wanted it. Delayed gratification was only for the poor (which we were). Yet, she never knew how to truly embed the principle of our North American "way" and how spoiled I was compared to our global neighbours.
When I had my first baby, oh, did he have my attention... and rightfully so. I was a firsttime mother afterall. I needed to know what all this "mothering" thing was about. I watched him oh-so-closely. I learned his cry and his laughter. I learned how to feed him in order that his basic essential needs were well taken care of. I learned how to respond to his coos so that he could understand that he was loved every second of the day. I didn't want one coo of his to go unnoticed.
Before I became pregnant, I posted a blog about having either more kids or adopting. After now having a miscarriage, I am no longer needing to focus my attention on a newborn coming into my home. Instead, I am longing for the opportunity to adopt. It was during my living in Ontario when I first discovered this passion. Maybe because of the realization that we no longer desire the "necessity" of another newborn into our home makes me all the more ruminative about bringing an adopted child into our home sooner than later.
Being an environmentalist, I hear some of the extremists. Not afraid to bring up their points of view for fear that those reading this might think, "good point", I'll bring up one of their standpoints. Some believe that having children is harmful to the environment. But, I'm sorry... What?!?! Are these people kidding? I suppose if families are not teaching their children to take care of the great planet, which holds them, then they actually have a point. But is it such a black and white issue? Eating meat is MUCH more harmful to the environment than having a child or two!