Shhh! I have a secret!!!

Don't tell my husband that I told you, mmm-kay?

If I don't tell hubby to read our blog, then he won't.

And when I say "tell hubby", I mean like hit him over the head pull up the blog and hand the laptop to him.

So you guys know that we have had quite a ride starting in mid-May.

If you missed it, you can check out our curveball from our first scheduled surgeries day.
And the surprise slider a week later.
And the rescheduled surgery a week after that.

All in all ~ nothing life threatening thankyouJesus but still a rough coupla months for our family.

Sooooo......

Even in the middle of all that chaos and sleeplessness and stress and worry and thankyouGodforstretchingme and painfulness for whoever was healing at any given time......

I still feel pretty comfortable saying that I think we're supposed to adopt one more.

There, I said it out loud.  Er, loud in black and white anyway.

And no, it doesn't make sense. Because we have our hands full now, what with three little boys ~ two of whom have adoption-related issues that none of you ever see. No, no you don't.

So if any of you slip and mention it to my hubby, he has heard it before don't worry. I wouldn't tell you that sort of thing FIRST, now, would I?

So I pray about it. I want to make sure that God wants us to add to our family. I am always praying for clear direction these days it seems. For us, for our friends.

The idea of the process of adoption again? The paper chase? Social workers? Waiting? Reviewing files? More paperwork? TRAVEL??? Barf-o-rama on all counts, thankyouverymuch. In spite of the barfiness, I am still. Comfortable. With. The. Thought. Of. Adopting. Again. And I know, especially after the last process and how things just were all miraculously taken care of right on His time, I know that if we are supposed to do this, then it will happen and doors will open and we will be taken care of.

    He says, "Be still, and know that I am God;
       I will be exalted among the nations,
       I will be exalted in the earth."      Psalm 46:10

And when hubby and I talk about it, he's not freaked-out by it. He doesn't run screaming out of the room or stick his fingers in his ears. Ya, he's got that cop-face he can pull off sometimes but he can't do that with me. I'm cop-face-proof. Totally.

So we're not starting any sort of home study and we have not applied to an adoption agency anywhere and I'm not obsessed about it at this point nor am I hounding hubby about it. I just feel strangely at peace with the idea of adopting another one. Like quite sure about it. In a non-rushed sort of comfortable place about it. Crazy, eh?

Just thought I would share.

(((hugs))),
Mrs. Cop-face-proof


For God speaks again and again,
    though people do not recognize it.
He speaks in dreams, in visions of the night,
¹⁵     when deep sleep falls on people
    as they lie in their beds.     Job 33:14-15