I know there are some of you just furious with me for not having posted since Wednesday. I am sorry. I promise to post pictures and a video later today. For now, allow me a brief time of reflection.

Yesterday we sat on a panel of adoptive parents, answering questions and sharing stories to a room full of pregnant teenagers (the residents of the Godparent Home) and waiting adoptive couples. Two years ago we were sitting on the other side of that table. We were the waiting parents. We were nervous, full of anxiety, definitely overwhelmed, and bubbling with questions.

It was a room full of emotion, to say the least, and what I loved even more was that we as adoptive parents were just as emotional. We told our stories and shed tears. We listened to others and we cried and laughed with them. The couple next to us had waited in an adoption pool for 5 years before getting their bundle. She's now 9 months old. I remember her telling me after their placement, "Now I know why we had to wait so long - she just wasn't here yet."

I remember as waiting parents we were so freaked out at the fact that a pregnant, hormonal, teenage girl had the power to change our livves. She got to choose whether or not we'd be the parents of the baby she bore. But what we realized through the whole process - being denied, being chosen then not, then finally chosen and placed - was that God truly orchestrated every part of our process.

Sara told one of the caseworkers the night she made her decision, "I never pray, but I prayed about this." The next day she told us we were to be Elijah's parents.

While I am aware that you may be mad there are no new pictures, I am also aware the reason - the real reason - this silly blog even exists is not to brag about my adorable son, or boast his new accomplishment, or even tattle tale on his latest trick. No, the real reason for this blog is to brag about my God. To tell of His works. To share the miracle we've experienced.

Several of the families on the panel with us commented that their adopted child had enormous "extended family" because of the church, friends, co-workers and support groups that had experienced their adoption journeys with them. It's true - Elijah is not our own. He is our church family's. He is our extended family's. He is our co-workers. He is the living breathing product of answered prayers - and not just of our own - but of dozens, probably hundreds - we aren't even aware of.

So today, we remember. We remember and give thanks. We remember and rejoice. And we know you do too. If you contiue to stop by this blog then I know it's not just to see Elijah grow - but it's to be reminded of a God who performs miracles. I pray you are blessed by Him today!