I went to the library at our church today. I got a book called, Thriving as an Adopted Family. Instead of thriving, it made me nervous, made me feel like I don't know what I'm getting into. I don't. But all along I have felt that I am doing everything for someone else, not for me. All the documents I had to find, all the notarizing and phone calling and criminal searches just felt like something I was supposed to do, not something I had to do for me. This is a blessing.
While I was at church, I also saw a picture of 3 women who are going to Ethiopia. I felt something I've haven't felt before when I hear about someone going to a Really Hot Country Where I Can't Drink the Water: jealousy.