It's Easter Sunday, 2010.
Sixteen years ago, when our son was two, the Lord gave me a vision of two little girls that looked like they were 3 and 5 years old. He never confirmed their age... but, in my mind, I thought that was how old they must be. What I did know was that they had dark shoulder-length hair and tan skin. I knew that I did not birth them, but that they were ours. I had no idea how we were going to get them. Our son and daughter have grown up knowing that they have two little sisters. Daddy always said, "When God brings them to our doorstep, I will know that they are ours. Since then, I have dreamed and prayed for our little princesses. My heart constantly ached for them. Millions of tears were shed for them. I knew that they were out there, I just didn't know where.
This photo was taken and added to this blog on 7/19/2012...
Amaris has been home 3 weeks... she is 2 years and 5 months old...
Gabriella has been home 2 years... she is 5 years and 7 months old...
My vision did NOT have two sweet little princesses in matching clothes,
but I did know that they had dark hair to their shoulders and tan-skin.
The older girl turned and ran in the field behind her.
If you read this blog, you will know that Gabriella could not even stand when we got her.
She still, to date, has not taken a valid step by herself unassisted.
But, someday soon, she will walk and talk, run and jump, hop and skip and play basketball.
How do I know? The Lord gave me a vision now 18 years ago. And, I believe Him!
This was just the beginning. I had bigger plans for this room. While I was searching for princess comforters, I also was searching for princess beds. My heart was set on a particular castle bed... but, it was outrageous for a little princess... $3,500 - $6,000 depending on where I bought it. But, I knew it would be mine. So, I just prayed and confessed it would be so.
While the room was being prepared, so were hearts and the paperwork for our first little princess.
Jason had been on an international business trip. Being away from the family and seeing little ones from the country he visited, started to get him thinking about adopting.
I had intentionally NOT told him about the bedroom. If it was God's timing, I knew that God would speak to him separately. I have to say, I was a bit unsure of what his reaction to the bedroom would be... would he laugh... or, would he say his first swear word? I will say this... he was VERY surprised there was a completed princess room in his house.
God was working on his heart, because by the time he had landed in America, he was already thinking about adopting. Before the week had ended, we were already searching for an agency.