The Sound of a Calling

Each of their days here has seen change—some days a droplet, others a downpour, but each and every day they move forward.

I sit down next to her on the floor. A strange sense of longing comes over me as I watch this girl who is not yet my daughter. She is…

Tonight, at least, we will finally be able to put some faces to this endeavor. Tonight we will finally meet the children who have been matched to our family for…

Why, when my faith is strong enough to lead me to take this journey, do I still not trust that we will know the right child?

As we discuss the children we see, the search feels strangely like shopping, and I’m uncomfortable in the feeling even though I know we’re here for good reason.

This waiting has offered me much time to think, to mull over the worst that can happen.

I, the mother to be, must spin a web around this foster child whom we will soon take in and prepare to adopt. I must create fibers strong enough to…

Tonight, I’m less worried about whether my husband and I will be up to the task of raising a child who has suffered the trauma of losing her parents. No,…

I’m uncomfortable in this chair, in this place, under these too-bright lights—all I can think is that perhaps we shouldn’t have come.