November 8, 2009

New Goings On

So...blogging once every 6 months is okay--right?

We are moving out. We haven't sold our house. We are hoping that when me and the mess-makers are out, it sells. We will live with my sister-in-law for a month and a half. Jason comes home. Then off to Louisiana.

And, oh yeah--we got our referral on Tuesday.

Let me tell you the story: Kids were puking, house was NOT being packed up. I decided to call Holt and find out where we were on the waiting list. Just for a nice distraction. So, I call and find out that we aren't on the list at all. A few months ago, we had discussed putting our case on hold until November. This was to make sure Jason would be able to travel. I asked to be put back on the list, please. I explained that we would likely have more than enough time to travel. Our very wonderful case worker said, "Just to warn you...referrals are coming in really quickly. There actually isn't a list right now." Ok. That's great...I'm thinking a few months is fast.

So I get off the phone and go in my room to pray. Something has been bothering me about our adoption. I knew that we didn't get to choose the sex of the child. And, in complete honesty, I knew that I would love a boy or a girl JUST the same. But I hadn't told God, that for some reason...I wanted another girl. So, I asked. I started praying something like this, "Dear God. I know you already know my heart--but I need to get this off my chest. I want a girl. I don't know if that's bad or not. But, it's true. Holt said referrals should be I just thought you should know. Amen."

TWO HOURS later Holt called and said, "We have a 7-month old girl for you."

Wow. God, you're quick.

I also think it's highly appropriate that Reagan's referral came so fast. All my deliveries were super speedy. Our first son took 1 hour and 45 minutes. From the first pain, to his first cries.

Even though our lives are more than crazy; ice cream gets put in the fridge, kids have to remind me that it's time to feed them again, and I get confused what each of my children's real names are.

God is good.

So, so good.

I'm not kidding about the crazy.