I remember calling my sister to tell her we were starting the adoption process.
"You'll have a baby before we have our little one!" I told her.
Adoption is notorious for taking a long time, and she and her husband had already decided to start "expanding" their family.
Any day now I just knew I'd be getting a call from her squealing on the other end, "I'm pregnant!"
Months went by.
She still had no pregnancy news to announce.
Daniel and I started the massive amount of adoption paperwork.
We continued to flip pages on our calendars.
More and more adoption paperwork.
Pregnancy expectations mounting.
Seasons and holidays passed without even acknowledging the pain they brought.
My sister didn't have her baby, and neither did I.
We both felt hollow inside.
We took turns sharing tears on our phone calls across the miles.
Daniel and I received news that we would finally be traveling to bring our daughter home.
We could see the light at the end of our tunnel.
My sister felt trapped in hers.
It had been over a year since the original conversation about pregnancy and adoption.
My sister decided to meet with a specialist to figure out why she wasn't getting pregnant.
The day she arrived for her appointment, she was told there had been a mistake in scheduling.
Sorry -- come back next month to see the doctor.
My sister never ended up going to her appointment.
Halfway across the world when Mina was placed in my arms, my sister became pregnant.
The week we brought Mina home, my sister saw her very first positive pregnancy test.
This week marks nine months since God placed this precious gift in my arms...
Just enough time for Him to deliver another precious miracle...
God truly amazes me with His intricate details.
Weaving lives together all over the world.
He has a plan.
And it's filled with immeasurable love.
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.