pharaoh's daughter

Thank you. I am overwhelmed by your generous support.

I am never given a lightening bolt. Never. I don't ever sit bolt upright and know what to do.

I just have a heart that...changes to surety. It's not really that solid of a feeling. It's just knowing what is right.

I didn't start adopting because I had a burning desire to be a mother. That sounds horrible. But, it wasn't that intense. It was quiet. And it was something that I just knew I had to do. I had to give up a job I loved and start over. And it would all be good--even when it wasn't GOOD--because it was what I was supposed to do.

I struggled with the fact that I was single. I think children are much better off in a loving family that has a mom and a dad. But when the family isn't loving, or there is no family, a single parent must be better, right? I knew that, but still felt uneasy.

Then I read the story of Moses being adopted by Pharaoh's single daughter with a different ear, one that was captured by the single mother instead of the baby floating in the river, and I was reassured. Can you imagine the upheaval in her life when she took that baby in? I think the story reads as if it were a whim of hers to take this baby in to her life and her home. But it had to be more than a whim. I imagine she faced innumerable obstacles as she brought in this little Hebrew baby boy in the face of her father's edicts. She became a single mom.

And, really, do you think she didn't know Miriam was his sister? Yes, she could have been completely fooled. She could have been delighted at the convenience of having a baby appear and a nurse for the baby offered immediately. But, I think she knew exactly who Miriam was and who the nurse was. I think God working on her heart to do what was right for this baby and this family is much more in character with my God than it is to think that He used deception to further His purposes. I don't know, but I think Pharaoh's daughter may have known exactly what she was doing and did it anyway.

It has been my prayer all along that the right child or children be referred to me first. (No referral yet, so calm down.) I was hesitant about meeting "Miss Possible" last fall, but told my agency to move ahead. Because she was first. And she was presented to me.

As it turned out, she wasn't meant for me, and I was relieved. But, I did get involved with a series of events because of her that may lead another little girl to her family.

Now, there is a possibility of my meeting sisters who are six- and eight-years-old. Somehow, when I heard that they were six and eight instead of four and six, I felt like I'd lost four years with them. But rather quickly, my heart recalled the faces of my pre-teen girls whom I love so dearly. I was reminded that I'd asked, over and over, not to have to say "no" to a child. And the face of an eight-year-old girl became more important than the darling size four dresses I have hanging upstairs.

We've got two more possibles now. If we go from possibles to referrals, I'll let you know! Please keep all of us lifted up as we wait.