Normally as a year comes to an end I like to go back through blog post and reminisce on the year and all the memories it brought.
This year is different.
Here it is the last day of 2015 and I simply do not have the emotional energy to journey back through the year.
It was such a wild year.
Training and tons of paper work as we worked to become an open home.
Meeting our eight children and bringing them home.
Letting them go and figuring out how to move forward.
We experienced the highest of highs and the lowest of lows in 2015.
As I look forward to a new year and a new start, I don't really have any expectations for the year. It is difficult for me to believe that this will be the year we become parents. I've been believing that for so many years. I'm not sure I can do it again this year.
I received a planner in my January faithbox.
The cover said "The Best is Yet to Come"
As soon as I opened my box and saw those words the tears began to flow.
Tears of thanksgiving and praise.
The best is yet to come.
Infertility is a fine line of believing God for your miracle baby while not wanting to get your hopes up because it hurts so bad when another month goes by and there isn't a positive pregnancy test.
Adoption after a failed adoption is a fine line of trusting God will walk you through it while being terrified of a repeat outcome.
I know in my head that God's timing is perfect. The best really is yet to come.
In 2016 I want to know that in my heart.
I want to trust God's plan no matter what it is.
I want to believe the best is yet to come.