I still remember hauling out trash left behind by previous tenants, cleaning, scrubbing, sanitizing, and fumigating. We painted, replaced appliances, laid flooring, remodeled bathrooms, and settled in.
This was going to be where we would start our family. Our bedroom was where the upstairs windows are. Attached to it (window on the upper right) was a small room that would make a perfect nursery. It was in that very bedroom that we got the phone call about a baby girl (not yet born) that was going to be given up for adoption. We were so excited!!! We planned and prepared. We told our family. They bought us a stroller, clothes, and diapers.... As the delivery time drew near, we noticed that communication with the lady who was handling the arrangements dwindled.... and then stopped altogether. I finally called her only to discover that the baby had already been born and the birth mother had changed her mind. We were heartbroken as we began to deal with the devastation of our first failed adoption.
We could have stopped right there, but instead we started the process of becoming a licensed foster home. We eventually moved out of that house into our current home to accommodate our ever changing family. We have gone through the pain of six failed adoptions so far, but have also been blessed with five permanent additions to our family.
I took this picture a few days ago. The house has sat empty for years after we moved out, and it is now condemned. I smiled as I looked at those second story windows because the house of our broken dreams had led us to our destiny.
Jeremiah 29:11(NLT) "For I know the plans I have for you" says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not disaster, to give you a future and a hope...."
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