So in my effort to over come this anxiety I insisted on trying to make some more phone calls regarding the adoption, because I felt that I shouldn't rest until this stuff was taken care of. I suppose this was an attempt at some new found maturity, although I am not sure how much I actually accomplished. In the mean time, Heather contacted Angie from the Adullam House, who advised us to contact Suzette who was taking care of Christian while the staff at the Adullam House was taking the children there on a field trip. So we contacted Suzette. We consider Suzette and her husband Gabe angels; they offered to let us stay with them in their guest cabin. They had no reason to do this other than they are truly Christians. Their generosity makes me think of the scripture in Matthew 25:35-40. We were indeed strangers taken in by these great people. I am not sure that we can ever truly repay them for what they did for us. I wasn't sure what to expect of the people in the South, having never been there before, but from my short experience people were very friendly, right down to the workers at the Hardee's restaurant where we dined.
Getting to see Christian for the first time was interesting. I wasn't sure how I would react. Things really went quite well though. I thought he was cute from the get-go. I don't know how Christian will feel about having Caucasian parents, but I hope we will understand his personality and what he needs as a child. I suppose God only knows these things so we will need his guidance as we raise him. I certainly felt God's guidance through this adoption. There were just too many details that worked out right, which we no control over. One experience I consider sacred but wish to share occurred just before our plane departed Salt Lake City. I was sitting in my seat thinking about a few things, I don't remember exactly what....but as I was thinking a feeling came over me that the birth mother was or was going to sign the relinquishment, and that the sacrifice she was making was like unto that of our Savior Jesus Christ. She was doing something for us we couldn't do for ourselves. I started to cry. I admire birthmothers so much. Well, I probably should go for now.
