Today, in preparation for our move, I was taking all the things down, stacking them against a wall.
I glanced down and saw this.
TEARS PEOPLE. TEARS.
I immediately flashed back to the days I prayed for what I have now. The days earlier this year that we started to pray God would lead us toward where we should live that would be more diverse for our children. Stacked to the left photos of my children and their birth siblings, I remember the days I prayed for families and birth mothers I didn't know yet. I prayed for relationships I didn't have yet. I prayed for babies not even conceived. Behind those, a map of our children’s islands, remembering when we were matched and prayed for our son, our trip, our journey to becoming first time parents.
I remember the days I called out to God, asking for the chaos I am living in now.
And I am thankful, so thankful.