Praising God for good news out of Ethiopia!
Hopefully now they will receive the support and help that they need to ensure that there is no exploitation of birth parents or children in the adoption process without closing the program.
Since I was a child, I have had the image in my mind of parenting an African child. When Brad and I were married, we joked that I would have to give up that dream, unless our mailman turned out to be black. It was all very light hearted and then, when we started the adoption process, it was something that stuck in my mind.
Obviously right now, we are not pursuing an African adoption, but the image is still there. Like the whisper of a promise.
Before we ever conceived a child, we know we would some day have a son named Matthew. When our first was a girl, we were thrilled, but still convinced that someday, there would be a Matthew.
It is the same feeling. Just as our family wasn't complete without our Matthew, there is a spot waiting for another little boy with big brown eyes and chocolate skin. In God's prefect time.
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