I have two adopted children and they are my world. My husband and I used to be a part of this foster-to-adopt-program, and the process, although absolutely worth it, was excruciating. After experiencing some very difficult circumstances, we decided to tell our social worker not to contact us for a few months about adopting. However, Jesus had other plans. Isaiah 55:8 says, “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.” One day, as I was walking back to my car from my kids’ school, I waved to another mom walking up, and “pop”. My arm slid out of its socket. Then crazy pain. I bellowed out, and then all at once a team of people flooded in my direction, including our assistant principal. They called the fire department, but thankfully, about thirty seconds before they arrived, my arm slid back into place. I was so embarrassed, not only about my very loud shriek, but also because I had dislocated my shoulder just waving to another mom! The physical therapists had a good laugh at that one. Three weeks into slogging through my physical therapy sessions, I get a call from our social worker. I’m initially pretty shocked, but as she tells me about a very low-risk private adoption. I get a tiny bit hopeful and then panicky. The baby is due in six weeks, and we feel so conflicted. My husband and I have some very long deliberations about this speedy decision. There are so many concerns: our exhaustion, fear, rejection and ultimately, the baby’s health. We were told the child could possibly be deaf, have lupus, and/or Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. We were scared. We didn’t know what adopting this baby meant for our future. But Jesus whispered into our hearts; He was so gentle. So we took the chance. Our baby was premature and lived in the NICU for the first couple of weeks of his life, but our baby was born in perfect health. The family was so inclusive, kind, loving and jovial. I was even able to help with the feedings. It was completely redemptive. The hospital plan, birth plan and everything went perfectly! On March 31, our family changed forever. I’m so glad our social worker called, because despite my request, God had a sweeter and better plan for us than I could have ever imagined.