I was driving to church in the rain on November 6 to work nursery. I had not had a very good day. (In fact, it was one of those days at work where I thought, no way, no how, I cannot go home to children.) It was dark outside, and at 6:22, and my phone rang. (For the record, it was not a poetic moment where I registered that. I went back and looked at my phone log!)
About a week or two before, my friend Laura, who used the same agency and adopted from China, said, "Oh I think you're going to be matched quickly." She warned me that agency phone calls only come from a 303 area code and that the agency only calls with a referral. Well the phone number that came up was 303. I got excited/nervous/terrified then thought to myself, oh, remember those telemarketer calls you got from Colorado earlier this week? It's probably just that.
It wasn't.
My agency was calling to talk to me about a little girl. I think I may have started to laugh and cry all at once while they got ready to talk to me about her. She's from Anyang, she was born last December, she has spina bifida...could they send me her file.
Yes, please!
I went on to church but could not concentrate. I opened the email just enough to see her face (it's precious) and read a little bit. I went in and tried to pull it together. Luckily, there was only one baby that night. We usually have between 8-10. My wonderful co-nursery workers sent me home (with no clue of what was going on!). So I got to come home and read some more. She's lovely.
I requested an update that has yet to come (it most likely will, it's just slow coming sometimes), but after a week of serious prayer, discussion with medical professionals and my family, and soul searching, I said yes.
I am so excited. And nervous. And terrified. :)
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