Life Unexpected

Last week I found myself being challenged to a 7.5 mile run. Maybe I should back up. Over New Year's, while I was on a mission trip to Honduras, my husband decided to announce to our youth group that he and I would begin training for a half marathon in June. While I was in fact a runner in high school, I have not run that much in a while. Needless to say, we are doing it, and it has actually been good for us as a couple to work toward the goal together. Back to the 7 mile run...that morning we had decided to run with some friends. I quickly found my personal pace and began running by myself. I am not one that loves being by myself, but I was so thankful for those moments to reflect on this adoption journey. I have discovered that the adoption journey is much like running a half marathon. It's not easy...it's a lot of hard work (the waiting part anyway), at times you feel like throwing in the towel, and there are A LOT of times that it feels like an uphill battle (

It's been awhile since I have sat down to write. I guess it has been part being busy, and part not quite knowing what to say. I shared a couple of weeks ago that I was having a difficult time in the "waiting," and to be honest, not a lot has changed. Not only have we not received a phone call, but it seems like every pregnant women and every newborn in my sight has become magnified. This past weekend I spent some time at a youth workers convention, and I am sure that I was given some special kind of eyesight that could spot a pregnant women like it was my job. And to be honest...my heart ached every time. I am tired of waiting. I have found myself bitter at times in the past few weeks, disappointed, frustrated, and concentrating on all the wrong things. I keep thinking to myself, this journey has been ridiculously hard, and this is just the start. Even when we do get a match, the road ahead is long...like months more long before we bring a child or children home