With my amazing social worker's name popping up, I said yes before I said hello.
Then I had to call Jamie:
What would you think about a 10-day-old?
Ummm, Catie, really, don't you think our life is crazy enough?
You already said yes, didn't you?
That wasn't necessarily the best way, but this little guy was dropped off in a car seat with a bottle...
And pieces of our hearts were forever given to Joshua, aka...Baby J.
It was suppose to be 10 days...
Maybe two weeks...
Then one more month....
Then maybe three more....
Fifteen months later, we joined with his family at Golden Corral to celebrate reunification, restoration, and redemption.
And, I thought my heart was being gutted from within me.
I didn't feel the faith I knew I was suppose to have.
I didn't have the hope to which I knew I was suppose to cling.
My precious neighbor Beth brought me a card on the day Josh left:
Your griefs will turn out for your ultimate good.
Your great things can never be grabbed away from you.
The greatest is still to come.
~ Jonathan Edwards
The greatest is still indeed to come...
For that little baby is growing into a boy, who still squeals with delight when he reaches for his Babas.
A grandmother has adopted our family in prayer each morning and night, with daily texts of hope and encouragement.
And, I still whisper Yes, Jesus loves you, as he cradles beside me on his weekends with us.
Who am I, O Lord, and what is my house that you have brought me thus far? ~ I Samuel 7:18
Looking unto Jesus ~