What a Difference a Few Hours Can Make

T got a call from our adoption coordinator this afternoon to inform us that during the investigation to have K transferred to the Pastor's care, that they were able to find a birth relative that was willing to care for her. It is hard to explain the emotion, but I think, overall, I am very happy for her. She will be able to remain with birth relatives and be well taken care of. In addition, I have to believe, that had we not started this process to adopt her, the investigation to find her relatives would not have taken place and she would have been stuck in that orphanage for an extended period of time. I believe God has his hand in all this and as often as I think I am controlling the situation, he lets me know, more often than not, that he is truly in charge, and our daughter will come to us when the time is right. I had my eyes opened last week at work when I was beating my head against a wall trying and trying to get this project I was working on to move forward. When I finally took a step back, I found a fatal flaw in the engineering design that would have rendered the project pretty much useless. Try as I may to force it, God let me struggle for awhile and in the end, it was for the betterment of all that I couldn't get the project moving forward and the design will be corrected. Our daughter is out there, we just don't know her yet.