Miracles...

I found out yesterday that a good friend of mine is pregnant after trying for many years. I'm thrilled for her, beyond thrilled really, and almost as excited about her pgcy as I was for my own three.

I believe that each pgcy is a miracle that grows into a bigger miracle when the child is delivered safely into the world. Our adoption will be a miracle of a different sort. Somewhere half way around the world, a woman will be forced to make a terrible choice and out of that tragedy a child will be matched with our family. It's a needle in a haystack kinda miracle.

My girlfriend asked me "Can you believe it???" while we were talking about her pgcy. I answered, with all honestly, "Yes, I knew it would happen". Through the years of her disappointment, I had the confidence it was only a matter of time. Sure, I wished for her sake that it would happen sooner, not later, but I never doubted it was when, not if. That was much easier for me to see than her.

My friend's finally-found miracle this week has given me a boost of faith in the miracle we're awaiting. I had faith she'd experience her miracle, and it has come true, inspite of her doubts. Turn that around and it becomes evident that our adoption will happen, in spite of my doubts. There are risks in believing that, but that's Faith instead of Facts. Tonight, thanks to a little one whose heart is not yet beating, that's enough.

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