A little background about before the journey began.
I had tried, unsuccessfully to deny my constant desire to add to our family through adoption. Even as a child when thinking about what I wanted to be when I grow up, the first thing I’d think about was being a SAHM to at least 3 kids, some of whom would be adopted. These thoughts subsided a bit as I grew and began my family, but I still maintained that I would like to adopt someday.
About 3 years ago my longing for adoption started growing again. At one point I couldn’t see a baby without almost breaking into tears. I wanted to grow my family, but my husband assured everyone we were done having children.
I cried myself to sleep several nights a week during this time. My days were filled with begging, pleading, asking and praying to God about what His plan was for us in this regard. At one point I was praying that He would just take the yearning from my heart if it wasn’t in His plan for me to add to our family.
I began seeing information about adoption and fostering everywhere I turned. I convinced myself that I was just noticing it more because it was so heavy on my heart and mind. Eventually I realized this was God telling me that He did intend for me learn more about adoption and fostering. I began reading, researching, and attending any meetings I could informing people about all the options of adoption.
I wanted to adopt internationally. God said no.
So I focused on domestic adoption (mostly, I was still trying to convince God to see things my way). God again said no.
I was totally confused. Why are You practically shoving adoption in my face when You keep saying no? To say I was angry would have been a great understatement. I let God know how unfair I thought it was that He would give me such a strong desire to help orphans and then not allow me to DO anything (I’m getting a little steamed just remembering it!).
Then I started seeing ads about fostering. Talking to people and learning they have or are fostering. Hearing people talk about helping children in foster care. I knew that God wasn’t saying no to adding to my family. He just had a different way of getting there.
Once I realized God’s plan was for us to foster (and I’m still hoping adopt through foster), I began praying that He would talk to my husband for me. It took a bit more time, but He came through in a big way. Hubby was on board (nervous, stressed, but ready to start the process)!