Over the past few weeks our family has celebrated a lot. On Thursday, March 26th Westin and I celebrated our ten year anniversary AND finally adopted Micah-Grace!  With family in town, parties and nights out I haven't even had a chance to take it all in.

This time has been bitter sweet for our family. Just over two months ago we said goodbye to our foster son. I have thought a lot about what to write regarding this. Honestly, I have avoided writing because it's such a hard subject to explain.

You may remember in my last post I wrote about the fears and struggles I was having with moving forward with adoption. As days, weeks and months past by, that feeling we shouldn't move forward with adoption didn't go away. Every time I would find a sense of peace the feeling would come again. With that being said, Westin and I made the hard decision not to move forward with adopting T. We struggled tremendously with this decision. We sought counsel from many people and felt this is the way God was leading us.

Back when we started this journey two years ago all people asked us is how will we be able give back a child. Your worst fear is loving a child for days, months even years and then having to say goodbye to them. What they don't tell you about is how hard it is when you start the road of adoption with a child and later discover it's not the right path for your family. No matter what you feel like you're making the wrong decision. On one side you know it may be the best for your family not to adopt but on the other hand you're breaking a child's heart. How do you explain to a 6 year old there is a better place for him... that he needs more than you can give him?

Today our comfort is knowing that God is good. That He is in every detail including T's life. God knows him by name and will protect him. We don't have to be his saviors because T already has a Savior and his name is Jesus.

For those of you that loved and cared for T at one point, when you think of him, please keep him in your prayers. Thank you for treating him like he was our own. We know he was touched by many.

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