It's a Nine Year Old!!!!!!!

Most birth announcements come with measurements in inches and ounces. But, that won't work with the new addition to our family. This announcement comes in feet and pounds.

Yesterday I got the long awaited phone call that I was once again a grandmother (this makes number four). He is a bouncing, not so babyish nine-year-old named Warren. We are awaiting pictures with the same glee and expectation of a mother's first ultra sound during pregnancy.

My daughter and son-in-law have been involved in the adoption process for well over a year. They have chosen to adopt out of the foster care system, because they are not seeking an infant, just a boy who needs a mom, a dad, and (in this case) a little sister. They have submitted on over thirty children - including multiple sibling groups - and, after waiting months in some cases, had heard nothing.

Then, they got the call. They were being considered as a finalist family for this little boy. It came suddenly. They had only submitted on Warren about a month ago. We knew the meeting was on Wednesday at 3:00. All through the afternoon and night the fear of getting our hopes up battled with the fear of losing our faith that God would place the perfect child for our family in His timing. Stormi's emotional roller coaster reminded me of an expectant father pacing in a waiting room, separated from his wife as she gives birth in the delivery room.

There was no word from the case worker on Wednesday afternoon or evening.

Thursday morning the phone rang at work. It was Stormi, cool as a cucumber. "Do you have a minute?"

"Of course, what have you heard?"

"Well, congratulations, you have a new grandson."

Just like that. Cool, collected, in control. Where did this woman come from? That is news that you shout from the roof tops! Or, in my case, I just went up and down the hall opening everybody's office door telling them I had a new grandson.

Then I had to smile to myself. That woman has discovered exactly what the Lord was reminding me of.

The Lord always answers a mother's prayers. Stormi has spiritually grown by leaps and bounds during this adoption process. She has learned to believe what she cannot see and to trust the Lord with all her heart - even when her emotions might not match up with her belief.

And, that just happens to be one of the prayers I have prayed over her since youth, believing He would answer even when I did not yet see the manifestation of the answer. God is good. All the time.

3 John : 4 I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.