Waiting Through the Rain

 

If you want it to rain in south/central Texas, just plan a garage sale with 2 garages full and no where to walk, sit or place things! It is pouring here. I mean.... the loudest rain I have heard. Kind of like last weekend.... when our huge garage sale was supposed to happen. There was a hurricane nearby. I have no idea what is bringing today's rain. 

The garage sale was moved to tomorrow, yet I hear it's supposed to be like this for at least 24 more hours. What's the deal? It's a garage sale, right? My stuff is in my garage, right? Yes. But my neighborhood doesn't allow garage sales. 1/7th of my stuff is at my parents' house, where this sale is supposed to happen.

I don't understand. 

I know that God is bigger than this rain. I even read this morning in Amos 4:13: For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind {{and rain! I'm adding that!}},  and declares to man what is his thought, who makes the morning darkness, and treads on the heights of the earth— the Lord, the God of hosts, is his name!

I know that God is bigger than our expenses... that have a deadline.... that needed these garage sales to happen.... 

While I'm waiting, and listening to the rain, I saw that someone posted this incredible article. It made me cry. It made me want to shout some of these things as loud as I could. I'm thankful for new Facebook friends who are also adopting, because they can understand. I want my other friends to read this... to help understand some of the feelings I have.

I want to post every word of this article, but I know that's not good in blog-land. I'll give a few highlights and then please go visit it for a read. It expresses so many of my feelings... written way better than I can. And it explains my tears this morning, as this rain falls.

Ok - I'll post #2 on her incredible list. "It’s possible. So possible. It’s irrational and crazy but it’s reality. Does she love them like she will once she gets to know them? No. But she loves them. She wakes up loving them and goes to sleep loving them. She drives to the grocery store and aches to have them safe and snug in the carseat waiting for them. She pushes her cart around the store and hears a child cry and her heart pounds wondering if her child is crying? Alone? Hungry? She might even have to leave an entire grocery cart full of food in the yogurt aisle to go home and cry because it just is too hard. Way too hard."

#8 also resonates: "She isn’t sure they’re coming home."

Please read this -

dear friends of waiting adoptive moms: some things to know (also, we’re sorry)

Thank you for reading it. I love y'all.