Freaky Friday

I am not in the least bit stressed about this adoption.

And that is completely freaking me out.

Shouldn't I be worried about something? Concerned that we don't know about a second child? Frantic over leaving my other four at home?

(In truth, I am a little worried about my poor mom-in-law who will be watching the kids while we're gone. I'm not at all worried about the kids--I'm just hoping she survives. However, she did raise 4 of her own, and one of them was Mark, so I think she'll do fine. ;))

I just can't seem to find anything to worry about with this adoption. I am (oddly) completely confident that God has all of this in His control. I say that's odd because I am a planner and a controller. So it's a little (okay, a LOT) odd that I feel like I don't even need to try to control things here.

Maybe it's because it's our third adoption? Maybe because I know I can't control any of this? (Anyone who's done an international adoption--maybe any adoption at all--just said a hearty AMEN to that last one.)

Regardless, I keep thinking I should be worried and I'm just not. I'm excited, but not anxious. I still have things on my to-do list, but everything is getting checked off slowly but surely and I know that what needs to be done will be done before we go.

God has moved in amazing ways for this adoption...in many ways that I haven't even shared on the blog. There is a history to this particular adoption that just blows me away, and as I've continued to watch it unfold it is crystal clear that this is the plan God has for our family.