Today I'm feeling very restless.
We came very close this weekend to having a match. It was down to us and another family. She just had to choose, and it wasn't us. We're both really disappointed - it felt real this time.
I promised God at the beginning of this that I would choose not to be offended when things don't go how I think they should. I told Him I will choose to still praise and trust. And I do.
That's the strange thing - I'm not sad. Disappointed, but not sad. I trust that God will not let our baby slip through our fingers. There is no way the child He chose for our family before the foundations of the world (Ps. 139) will not be placed with us.
Still, I feel restless today. I totally trust God's timing. I'm just ready for Hm to bring our baby home.