I’m a dweller. No, not a city dweller. I actually live in a tiny town of about 3,500 people.. I dwell on things, pictures, events, interactions I’ve had with people. Those things sometimes stick with me. They hold onto me and I replay it in my head. For some reason, God made me this way. He made me a dweller; the type of person that gets headaches from mulling over a topic too long or sometimes gets physically sick from overthinking things.
He made me this way so I could see one post on Facebook and not be able to shake it out of my head. It was a post of a little Eastern European girl. She’s locked away in some orphanage because of her disabilities. Her perfect smile, perfect nose, perfect little body sitting there… She may not be able to use her legs but she had mesmerized me. There she dwelled in my head until I sent her sweet picture to Joe. I didn’t ever expect him to say, “okay, let’s adopt her.” But, he did. My sweet husband said yes to this girl he had never met.
So, here we are. We’ve gone public. We ARE going to adopt Kiara. It’s going to happen. I don’t know how. We don’t have the $25,000 it takes to adopt her. We don’t even have enough to “officially” commit to her through the adoption agency yet. Yet, we are committed in our hearts. We don’t have any knowledge of her medical conditions. We don’t even speak the same language of Kiara. We don’t know what’s in store for us. All we know, is that God is calling us to be her Mommy and Daddy and Lilah to be her sissy.. We just can’t wait to have her home with us!