I am your portion.
I've been trying to write this post for a week, and life just keeps happening all over the place. See those four words in the title? See these four bracelets? They echo the same powerful story. They resonate with God's kindness. This is a post of shame and thanksgiving, of promise and delight. Two weeks ago, Chad and I had our first home study visit and interviews. It went very well; we learned a lot. But as we sat talking with our case worker, I became more and more aware of looming payment deadlines. $40,000 dollars is a lot of money. Even broken up into 'manageable' bits, it started to seem daunting in a way it hadn't before. God has miraculously (and I do not use that word lightly) provided resources and encouragement for us and our waiting Colombian children continuously from the moment we announced our adoption. Why, then, did I suddenly decide that I needed to take control of that provision? Lunacy. Did I suddenly forget? Did I imagine God as insuffi...