We went to church on Mother's Day. The pastor asked for all the mothers to stand and everyone applauded. I crouched down in my chair and pouted. No balled! I was already a mother to the most amazing little boy ever. But my heart hurt for the little girl that I knew was out there, and at the time the Ethiopian adoption program was starting to look like it was going to close to U.S. adoptions. I thought I was going unnoticed, until another adoptive mother nudged me from behind and told me to stand up…I was a mother. I reluctantly stood, and then quickly returned to my pouting.
When reading my blog posts from that time, I am so thankful to not be there anymore. Oh my goodness! But there is another part to this story!
Marley, my sweet Marley Haset, was mine. While the circumstances of her coming to me were not ideal, she was still always meant to be mine. I carried her in my heart, I prayed for her and her birth family. The Lord prepared me for her arrival, in an amazing adoptive mommy way. He gave me a dream! Her birth mother labored, and delivered her. I admire that. He also gave her a dream. A dream of something better for her tiny one…life.