"My times are in your hands."

Tuesday afternoon I got a call from our social worker, Katie. She informed me that a baby had been born in South Florida and that they didn't have a family for him. Would we be interested and available? Ummm...YES!!! My heart leaped and tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. Could it be? Was it finally our turn? She said they'd call me back with more information and I tracked down JC. We couldn't believe how quickly it was happening. He rushed to take care of things at work. Katie had told me we might leave as soon as the next day to go get our baby. I called Emily, who cried tears of joy with me and just heaped on the praises to the Lord. She helped me make a list of everything we needed to buy. I rather impatiently didn't want to wait for the phone call, so called the office back. This time I excitedly talked to Katie's supervisor. I eagerly expressed my excitement and asked, "What's next?!" She had the unfortunate task of calming me down. Apparently I had heard Katie wrong. She wasn't asking because it was a sure thing. She was asking if we wanted to be considered. BIG DIFFERENCE. Reality check. But it was too late. I was already emotionally invested. My heart was on the line.

So for almost 48 hours, we waited. Every time the phone rang, I about jumped out of my skin. Was my life about to change forever based on this phone call? We got the call this morning. They had chosen someone else. He was a little black baby, and they'd picked an African American family for him. It wasn't our turn yet.

"But I trust in you, Lord;

I say, 'You are my God.'

My times are in your hands."

Psalm 31:15-16a