I am 41 years old. In so many ways I feel like all my life I have been preparing (or being prepared) for my life now. It is all coming together: widows and orphans, orphans and widows, educate and encourage. I am in a flurry of activity: the new widows ministry at my church, advocating for orphans, paperwork for Baby Girl's adoption, connecting with fellow adoptive parents, sharing my story, talking to widows, receiving amazing gifts, and learning...always learning...about God, His word, his love for the unloved and His grace.
Yet, I feel like there is more to come. I look forward to it with anticipation. I smile at the future.
P.S. Lest you think my life is all blue skies and daffodils, here is a dose of my tangible reality:
This is what my kitchen table looks like as I work on adoption paperwork now that the kiddos are in bed. At least that is what I am going to be working on as soon as I post this...
Who is peeking out from behind those immigration forms? :)