The Unanticipated Update

If you have met all 4 children we have had or have been here reading about them, I hope that this post touches your heart in a new way. If you haven’t, I encourage you to stop reading, click the top left three lines button and go to “February” and begin reading.

About 2 weeks ago, Logan’s (placement #1) advocate was on my heart. Her name is Betty and she has become a very special person to me that I have kept up with. The last time we spoke was around Easter, and she shared that her husband had passed away. When she was our advocate she had shared that her husband lived in assisted living due to a disease. She would visit him for hours daily, reading to him, sharing pictures of their family, telling him of her adventures of the day and feeding him. The picture of love and devotion. Long story short, it’s hard not to love Betty. She is a beautiful person with a heart of gold.

I had texted her, just telling her that she was on my heart and that I was praying for her and her family. She texted me back saying she was literally just thinking and praying for us and my text gave her goosebumps! We gave life updates and I figured that would be it until the next time God poked me with her. The next night, she texted me. I looked at my phone and staring back at me was a beautiful, white blonde haired, blue eyed boy with a sweet smile. He was standing in striped footed pajamas, happy and healthy. You could tell he was smiling big for the person taking the picture. There he was, that little baby that I had to give away and ripped my heart apart in a way I had never felt, suddenly was sewing my heart back together all in one picture.

Logan is beautiful. He is so happy and healthy. He and his Dad are thriving together. He is 9 months old and just perfect. The Dad shared that they are doing so well. He also shared Mom was released from jail and wants nothing to do with Logan. This made me sad but also, it’s probably what is best for all of them.

I had no idea how much I needed that update. I was a proud parent all over again. I shared the picture with my family and our close friends. He is perfect and healthy, and we were the start of that. It is a different kind of proud and happy. It’s the kind that makes the heart break and frustration worth it.

What an awesome God we have. He heard our prayers and answered them. I might remind you the answer wasn’t what my heart ached for in February, but is what my heart needed in September. This answer gives me hope for our future, in the unknown hard world of fostering to adopt, I know that I am held and thoughtfully cared for by God and so are my babies.