If you have not read about the son I gave up for adoption and my daughter's successful search for him, read this post and this post first. Otherwise the current blog post will make no sense.
Which will make it identical to 98% of my previous posts.
So, Sunday(yesterday) we went to meet the parents who raised the son I gave up for adoption.
My resting heart rate has not been below 175 since last Saturday when we all figured out who was who. And that WHO was WHO. Oh, you know what I mean.
More on that another time.
These are the actual thoughts (yes, I do have actual thoughts) that ran through my mind yesterday.
"This is bad. There is no way around it. Their first impression of me is going to be the full on ugly cry."
"Shoot, maybe I shouldn't have worn make-up..."
"What if they don't like me?"
"What if my nervous jokes aren't funny and I laugh manically anyway?And can't stop? And sound like a wounded hyena? "
"Well, that's attractive."
Sunday is over. Two mighty strange and exciting and wonderful Sundays in a row. Now it is Monday and my resting heart rate is(almost) back where it belongs. There are many new and unfolding adventures in front of my family and theirs (ours?) which we are looking forward to. We'll share more as time goes by, but right now emotions are still high and feelings are tender.
But we know this, and it has been confirmed every single day:
God is in control.
Romans 8:28 "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."
Thanks for caring for us in these topsy-turvy times.