The day we told friends and family about our plan, the emotional support was overwhelming. However, many asked,
"How do you KNOW that this is God's calling?"
It got to me.
I woke my oldest daughter from her nap and drove her to the dollar theater to see Pooh Bear, something I would never normally do.
It started raining really hard on the drive over, and I just cried while I drove.
I was really, really scared.
What if we were wrong?
What if we were outside of "The Plan"?
I begged God for a sign, or at least some comfort.
Soaked from the rain and still wiping tears from my eyes, I purchased tickets at the booth. I turned to find my daughter staring face to face with a little boy.
She whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "Mommy, is this my brother?"
I quickly apologized to the little boy's Mommy, explaining the adoption.
She said It's okay...
He's from Ethiopia.
I was speechless. I went to the popcorn stand and the woman fell in line behind me again. We exchanged numbers, and she invited us to join her family for the Ethiopian New Year's dinner at a local Ethiopian restaurant in September.
If this small bump knocked us off the course, we would not make it through the trials that lie ahead either.