Our caseworker, Christy, called us on Friday. Last month we were #18 on the waitlist. I was expecting that we were maybe #17, maybe #16. But she said we are #9!! Single digit. So exciting. I'm afraid that I may have scared Christy a little with my reaction. I was shocked and super excited.
From God's Arms, to my arms, to yours
Words and music by Michael McLean
But lately I've been thinking, 'cause it's all I've had to do.
And in my heart I feel that I should give this child to you.
And maybe you can tell your baby,
when you love him so, that he's been loved before;
By someone who delivered your son
From God's arms, to my arms, to yours.
If you choose to tell him, and if he wants to know,
How the one who gave him life could bear to let him go;
Just tell him there were sleepless nights; I prayed and paced the floors
And knew the only peace I'd find is if this child was yours.
Now I know that you don't have to do this,
But could you kiss him once for me
The first time that he ties his shoes, or falls and skins his knee?
And could you hold him twice as long when he makes his mistakes,
And tell him that he's not alone, sometimes that's all it takes.
I know how much he'll ache.
This may not be the answer for another girl like me;
But I'm not on a soapbox saying how we all should be.
I'm just trusting in my feelings and I'm trusting God above,
And I'm trusting you can give this baby
Both his mothers' love.