We are blessed, there’s no doubt about it. We are blessed with this precious, beautiful little girl we call our daughter.
We are blessed to be called Mommy and Daddy, and to be her parents.
The road to little M was a hard one, and the road after bringing little M home was often hard, as well. Someone once told me that adoption is beautiful and the family, and sense of belonging that comes from it, is beautiful, but adoption always begins in pain.
That is so true. I cannot even begin to fathom the pain little M went through.
What I went through to get to little M was only mere discomfort compared to her pain.
And it was my privilege. My blessing.
I was blessed to go through the pain of infertility treatments, because they eventually brought me to little M.
I was blessed to have setback after setback in our adoption process, because those setbacks brought me to the little girl who was meant to be my daughter.
I was blessed to share little M’s pain, and I am blessed to help her through it.
Now, looking back, I can see.
I can see how very blessed I truly am.
What if Your blessings come through raindrops, what if Your healing comes through tears. What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You’re near…what if my greatest disappointments, or the aching of this life, is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy. And what if the trials of this life, the rain, the storms, the hardest nights…are Your mercies in disguise. ~Laura Story