Pink Shirts & Glitter Nail Polish

In less than 24 hours, I'll be on a flight to Ethiopia to bring my little girl home.

All week, I've been in complete amazement at all God has done to get us here...to this day where I find myself in a yellow bedroom, packing up pink shirts and glitter nail polish.

It was exactly 28 weeks ago that I huddled over my laptop screen on a late-night skype date with my dear friend, who asked me to pray for this sweet little girl who may never have a family. It was 28 weeks ago that the name "Yordanos" was planted deep in my heart where it would eventually bloom into a desperate love for this little girl who dared to pray boldly for her miracle.

Its hard not to think about all of the what-if's.

"What if"... my dear friend had never taken notice of this shy little girl at the orphanage?

"What if"... she didn't sprinkle this prayer request into our conversation that night?

"What if".... I said a quick one-time prayer for Yordanos and went about my week?

"What if"... we would have dismissed the idea of adopting an 11 yr old as completely crazy?

"What if"... our adoption agency refused to take a chance on an older girl with special needs?

I could go on and on and on.

It would have been so incredibly easy for us to miss this, to miss the blessing of making Yordanos our daughter. If God hadn't orchestrated every single second of the last 28 weeks, I would very likely be doing anything but packing up pink shirts and glitter nail polish in a suitcase right now.

28 weeks ago, we prayed that if it was God's will for Yordanos to be our daughter, He would make the path to her clear and open. Since then, we have FLOWN through every open door He has set in front of us and it could not be more clear that Yordi is meant to be in our family.

So today, as I pack up pink shirts and glitter nail polish, I'm so humbled and so thankful and so READY to be bringing home our Yordi to start life together as a family of four!