I still remember the moment we embraced the call of adoption.
Our church Christmas Eve services had just ended and we were sitting together in our bed talking and remembering the year that was coming to a close. I cried for the hundredth time wishing my womb wasn’t empty and not ready to face another year without a child, my child. I shared my hurt with Rob and he shared my pain. Together we mourned what was not. We no longer asked why, we just sat in what was. .
It was then God opened a door for us to talk about what’s next.