While folding laundry the other day, I believe - for the first time that I can notably remember - I felt like God was directly speaking to me:
She's coming. Out of no where. I don't know who
she is or in what context
she'll be arriving, but I feel strongly that He sent me that short message as a sense of reassurance.
Only the day before, I learned from our adoption worker that our profile was shown to an expectant mother who chose another family. One without kids. Ouch. Strangely, that sting was short-lived and after crying to my mom for a quick minute, I just felt at peace. That baby was meant for another family, and our baby is
still our baby - whoever he or she may be.
In a fit of crazy, perhaps, I washed a load of girl clothes that I've collected over years of thrifting. They're not even infant clothes!
She, of course, might not be a baby girl. Might not even be an expectant mother. But, in any event, I got to spend a few minutes folding cute baby clothes :)