Back in June, I had a “free day” in my schedule. My husband and I dropped off the puppy to daycare, and I drove my husband to work. I decided to take a different way home to avoid some of the crazy rush hour traffic. I had a few errands to do, but grocery shopping was on the top of the list. Oh, and I needed to buy the puppy more dog treats… I smirk to myself that I keep calling our dog a puppy, but she’s a German Shepherd mix who’s a dense and lean forty some pounds and still growing. She has the bark of a hundred and twenty Bull Mastiff. (That’s my girl!) I decided to do a little indulgence shopping at Home Goods where I’d likely find wholesome treats for my pup, too.
I slowly walked up and down each aisle, thrilled at the options for purchase. Eye candy for a shopaholic. So many plates. So many mugs. So many unique snacks and treats and home decor items. I loved everything in the store. As I walked to the center aisle in the store, my eyes caught those of a teenage girl with her mom, as we we about to cross paths. I tried not to stare at her. I felt like I had met her before, and my mind raced with possibilities. I complemented the girl’s earrings and told her they were beautiful- what girl doesn’t like shiny objects? The three of us exchanged pleasantries, when I suddenly found the three of us in an in depth conversation on life in the middle of the store.
We were all from Arizona originally and noticed Houston was a hard transition. We talked churches and found out we attended the same one about fifteen to twenty years ago. We talked family and friends and life in general, and somehow we got talking about adoption. She had adopted three children, and she shared some of her story with me. It was weird to discuss children and adoption. Joseph and I had been toying with it for years. And, earlier this summer, I began to resolve that I’d never have kids. I found myself trying to come to terms about not adopting; it wasn’t for us. G-d must have different plans, and I needed to make peace with it.
As we spoke though, the woman peered into me and spoke over me. It panged me that she saw so deep into my soul- or that G-d used her to speak to me. She pierced me with her words; she told me I was living in fear. *GASP!* She was right. How did she know?! She urged me to adopt- fill out the papers today! She spoke such depth over me and claimed I was meant to be a mom. How did she see me? I felt so intimately open at that moment and vulnerable. I tried to cover the moment with a couple quips of humor to lighten the mood, but I knew she was right. I held back the tears. I believe G-d used this woman to speak to my heart and speak to my soul. I needed to stop living in fear, and I needed to step out in faith. It was freeing.
My mind was whirlwind after meeting her. I felt like the Lord had just hugged me in the store. I felt so safe and so loved that He would have someone speak to my heart over the insecurities, doubt, and questions. He loved me. He had something better for me.
I couldn’t wait to call Joseph and pour over him the words that my new friend spoke over me. I was so excited. It felt like a huge valentine to my heart. In true fashion, my dear husband listened to me and encouraged me. In the weeks that have followed, we have decided officially to adopt, have narrowed our choice for agency, child age and country, and have started the process.
I sometimes feel like I met an angel that day in Home Goods. But, she’s a good friend who was willing to speak truth and life. She walked with G-d and wanted me to walk with Him in the future He’s planned for us. I hope you walk with Him, too. He surely has great things in store for you, too.
Good night and sweet dreams, Laura