In case you don't know this about me, I'm a planner. I want a plan A, B, and C at the very least. I want to know where our potential kids are going to sit in the car, around the table, and at church. I want to plan their birthday parties. I want to think up fun nick names for them. I want to plan our future photo shoots so that one day I can share them with everyone. But I can't. Not only do I not know when or if we will get the call on these little girls. I don't know when we'll get a call on anyone. And if we get a call, I don't know how long it will take or when we will get whomever they are. I can't plan. And it's driving me nuts.
Today I busied myself with a couple of sewing projects for the girls. When I told Andrew that I had fabric for the girls he gave me the look. He suspected I was already sewing for new kids. I wasn't. But that doesn't mean I didn't think about it. And besides, I can always get more and make them matching outfits too!
It's comforting knowing that our great God has had our family planned from before time began. I don't know who will be in our family, what they will look like, their age, or gender, or anything. But the Lord knows. And it's a perfect plan.
In the mean time, I'm making lots of lists and crossing many things off. Next up, cleaning out the freezers. I'm making as many plans as I can. I'll probably have a whole alphabet of scenarios figured out before we know anything. And then none of them will work. It's fun to dream though.