One of the things that I've been able to do while we're in this slight holding pattern is pray for the birthmother that God will match us up with. I have officially nick named her B-ma. *teehee* I have so much respect for her, whoever she is. That she would choose to entrust her baby to us, and bless us with the very gift that we have been hoping and praying for. I don't know her name, how old she'll be, or what she'll be like, but I already love her. Yes, I am dying to meet Baby Miller, but the more I think about and pray for the person Baby Miller will come from, the more excited I am to meet her. I have been praying that God would comfort her in what must be the most difficult and heart-wrenching time her life. That He would lead her to the right people to help her through this. That Ryan and I would be an encouragement to her heart, and be a testimony of God's love.
Below is another birthmother's story. I will never fully know what their side of the story feels like. But I hope that as I continue to listen to their perspectives, God will work a heart of understanding, compassion, and respect in me. I want to be a blessing to B-ma. :)