Yes, the rumors are true. We are adopting again! :) I have been sharing our story of how this all came to be, and in my last post I explained how we got reconnected with our little Solomon, who we first met while in Ethiopia last fall.

Upon learning that Solomon was still available for adoption, I did have not have that overwhelming "this is your child" feeling right away like I did with Belane. It was more like a quiet, yet persistent thought and voice in my head, that gradually grew louder and harder to ignore.

My first emotional challenge was that I really thought that our family was complete when Belane came home. Now being in the places I have been and seeing the things that I have seen does truly change your perspective on life, family and having "enough" (enough food, enough clothes, enough money, enough children, etc.).

I knew right away that we could adopt again. I knew that we could find a way to come up with the money to pay for another adoption, as every time we have stepped out in faith for a child, things have worked out. I knew that we had room in our home. I knew that we had plenty of food. I knew that our kids would love the idea. I knew that our family was stable and thriving and would do well with another child. I knew that my marriage was strong, in fact stronger than ever. I knew that we had more than enough love for one more.

And yet, I wanted to make sure that if we did adopt again, we weren't doing it because we could, but because it was really right for our family. I didn't want to adopt Solomon because he had sad eyes and needed a family, I wanted to adopt him if he was truly meant to be a member of our big, wonderful family.

There are always going to be sad, needy children in the world and I know (despite what some people think) that I cannot "save them all". With each of our adoptions Josh and I have moved forward with conviction in our minds and in our hearts that we were bringing home a child that was meant to be with us. I knew that if we were to adopt Solomon, that I had to have those same convictions about him.

I am a very religious and faithful person, and so I did a lot of praying. In the past there have been quite a few kids that I have felt very drawn to, and after prayer I have known that I needed to help advocate for those children and help find them a home, but that they were not "mine".

I knew pretty quickly that Solomon was not just a child that I was supposed to help find a home for. I knew pretty quickly that he was mine. I had vivid, memorable dreams about him (and I can rarely remember my dreams), and he was placed in my mind and my heart so firmly that I knew he belonged here with us.

It was exciting, yet overwhelming and scary all at the same time.

Continued in my next post.






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