Amidst the sorrow of processing the unexpected end to our match with the twins, God continued to show us His love. But experiencing His care didn't make all of the hurt go away-far from it. There were many many tears, many unanswered questions, and a sense of complete confusion as to why in the world we were in Florida.
We drove to a Starbucks, planning to spend some time writing a letter to the twins' birthmom. We wanted to tell her we love her dearly and wanted an opportunity to share with her again how thankful we are for the chance we had to get to know her.
Suddenly, Josh looked up towards the doorway with a strange expression on his face. "Is that Jesse," he asked? "It can't be. I didn't think he lived in this part of Florida," I said. But walking towards us came a dear pastor friend that we've known for over seven years. He just happened to be in the area visiting a church member that was in a nearby hospital. He just happened to come to Starbucks for the second time that day before he headed home.
After sharing with Jesse why we were in Florida, he and the co-pastor with him said, "We're going to pray for you right now. Let's sit down." They prayed for us, encouraged us, and grieved with us. Right in the middle of one of the hardest weeks of our entire life, right in the middle of some random place in Florida where we'd never been before, God sent a kind, compassionate friend to pray for us.
As we drove away, I was overcome by the absolute unmistakable care of God for us. He didn't have to bring Jesse into Starbucks to pray for us but He did. My grieving heart felt such a deep comfort in knowing that God was very near to us and He was going to great lengths to let us know He cared. A sense of peace mixed with sorrow reigned as Josh and I drove on to Tallahassee for the night. We expected to fly back to Illinois in the morning. Little did we know that our entire lives were about to be changed forever.
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