More adoption stories/friends

Facebook is a miraculous and wonderful tool for reconnecting with old friends. Not long ago I was in Subway getting lunch and saw a friend from high school, Andrew. After visiting for a few minutes, I found out that he and his wife are in the process of trying to adopt within the United States and have been trying to get the word out. Please visit their site to keep up with their struggles, pray for them, and maybe even help out. It appears Leslie, Andrew's wife, is quite the seamstress and, along with her sister, has begun making burp cloths to raise money for the process. They are really cute and I plan to order some just as soon as I know what colors Baby Brogden will want (smile).

Their site is:  andrewandleslieadoption.blogspot.com  (I hope it will work if you click on this and just to show you how technologically advanced I am, I am going to try to go back and link up Kelli and Danny's blog as well!)

Also Please see this poem, borrowed from Leslie's recent posting, but so relevant and personal to all BLM struggles as well as those trying to adopt and just struggling with the process and the unknown! I do not know the source of this poem as she did not reference the author on her site. THANK YOU LESLIE, this really touched my heart!

Just Wait

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried: quietly patiently, lovingly God replied. I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate, and the Master so gently said, "Child you must wait."

"Wait? you say 'wait', "my indignant reply, "Lord, I need answers. I need to know why! Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard? By faith I have asked and am claiming your Word. My future and all to which I can relate hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me Wait?"

"I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign, or even a 'no' to which I can resign. And, Lord, You promised that if we believe we need but to ask and we shall receive. And, Lord, I've been asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate. As my Master replied once again, "You must wait." So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut. And grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed, then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine, and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign. I could shake the heavens and darken the sun. I could raise the dead, cause the moutains to run."

"All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be. You would have what you want, but you wouldn't know ME. You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint; you'd not know the power that I give to the faint. You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair; you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there; you'd not know the joy of resting in ME, when darkness and silence were all you could see.

You'd never experience the fullness of love as the peace of my spirit descends like a dove; you'd know that I give and I save (for a start), but you'd not know the depth of the beat of my heart, the glow of my comfort late in the night, the faith that I give when you walk without sight, the dept that's beyond getting just what you asked, of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.

You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee, what it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee." Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight would come true, but, oh, the loss...if I lost what I'm doing in you!

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see that the greatest of gifts is to get to know ME. And though my answers seem terribly late, my most precious answer of all is still "WAIT".