This Just Needs to Be Said

I can always tell when we are starting, praying about or in the middle of an adoption.

I know because of the paper work that lies about,

the emails that clutter my inbox,

and the anticipation that seems to linger in the air.

But more tangibly, I know because the whole world seems to go awry.

The axis of the earth seems to tilt,

the Super Moon graces us a bit longer

and our house starts to come alive.

Not like the house in Ammityville,

but alive with activity

and none of it is the good kind either.

On our date night last week, The Hero and I discussed our second adoption.

We made some very direct goals and hard decisions.

Almost immediately, our house responded.

The vacuum cleaner sparked and died on Friday.

Behavioral issues abounded with our children.

The washing machine keeled over Saturday morning.

And Monday we awoke to the air conditioning units refusing to pump cold air.

The repairman told us both units would have to be replaced.

(For those of you who have not replaced one it quite some time,

it's about the same cost as an international adoption).

The Hero met me at the door on Monday, smiling.

I found nothing to smile about.

But as we sat at the dining room table,

we started talking about our last date night.

And I started laughing.

Our house was under attack.

Literally.

Spiritually.

While The Hero called our insurance,

I called our adoption agency.

And sent them some money.

And just for good measure,

I made some small financial gifts to some of our favorite places.

And prayed over our house.

It's Thursday morning.

The Hero called me from his car.

The a/c repairman just left.

Units are fixed and pumping.

And it's covered by our insurance.

His only words "give thanks baby. This was all HIM today."

The Hero found a part for the washing machine.

And fixed it for less than $30.

Behaviors have been identified and specifically prayed over.

The only total loss was the vacuum cleaner.

But considering it was almost 12years old,

it didn't seem like too big a loss.

Whatever is keeping you from adoption, remember:

THE DEVIL HATES IT

AND WILL TRY ANYTHING TO STOP IT.

Ephesians 6:12 "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rules, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."