Sam's Birthday & other ramblings

My Sam will turn nine years old this Wednesday, September 12th. (Which by the way will be our 3 month anniversary of getting on the waiting list) Nine years old! Where does the time go? Ten years ago having a biological child seemed impossible, but now I have Sam. And if you would have told me nine, five, or even three years ago that we would now be in the process of adopting a child from Vietnam I would've thought you were crazy!

Isn't it amazing how God works? If we open up our heart and trust in him, he will guide and direct our steps and turn those things meant for our harm into something good. I'll admit sometimes I have issues with giving up control. I like to have all the details worked out myself and at times I get upset if things do not go exactly as I have planned. But God reminded me this weekend that I have to have faith. Who needs faith when everything is going according to plan? Faith is for all the other times. I also need to remind myself that God is not going to give me the whole blueprint for the rest of my life. I have to trust, obey, follow his will, and be confident that everything will turn out better than I ever could imagined. And I have proof of this! All I have to do is take one look at my beautiful, smart, funny, sweet Samuel.

I can't wait to see what God has in store for us. Will our next child be a boy or girl, infant or toddler? We still can't decide on our preference, but I'm trusting God on this issue. I know God has settled this matter and our child has already been chosen for our family. We can't see it in the natural yet but I know in my heart and from past experiences that it will be better than I would have planned and will happen in HIS perfect timing not mine.

I've gotten a little off topic haven't I? I started this post to talk about Sam's birthday and oh well... Sam's birthday is Wednesday, we're having family over Wednesday night for pizza and cake. No "party" per Sam's request, but he's looking forward to opening presents. He actually found his wrapped presents that I had hidden, and is driving us crazy to open them early. But just as I have to work on my patience, so does Sam. No presents opened until Wednesday, but I probably will let him open presents first and then eat cake. After all, I do have a small soft spot ; )