The last time we were here I got the phone call with the referral for Amelia. The referral we turned down. The baby girl I wept for. The one I now know was not ours.
This week we went back. Same park. Same me. Same 3 crazy boys.
And I breathed deeply. Accepted that today, as it is, is God’s best for me.
We went letterboxing. Followed clue after clue til we found the little box buried under a rock. Stamped our hands. Signed our names.
A journey. A search. Finding joy along the way. Over bridges. Up hills. Around trees. Not really knowing the destination but being sure it’s there.
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.” (Psalm 123:1-3)