How We’ve Found Hope — Even After a Failed Adoption

We still have hope in God and what He has said

There are baby things all around my house. There is a swing in the living room. A bouncy seat in my office. A highchair in our dining room. Clean baby bottles in our cabinets, and donated breastmilk in our freezer. There is a perfectly, lovingly decorated, beautiful nursery upstairs and a hospital bag that was packed with a little outfit and a name that was ready to be used.

I could look at all of these things and they could make me sad, and if I’m honest, they do. But every time I look at them, sitting in the tension of what is and what is to come, I whisper, “I believe You, Father.”

It doesn’t matter what your circumstances look like, Friend. It doesn’t matter how dead things seem to appear. It doesn’t matter how hopeless your situation seems. He’s still the God of miracles. He’s still the God of the impossible. But more than anything, He is so near. He is so close to you, closer than the skin on your bones.

And He holds your hand staring down your impossibilities, waiting for the most beautiful moment to call forth His resurrection life. All you have to do is keep your eyes on Him. Turn your precious face, towards His.

And watch Him resurrect the dead.

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Jessica Satterfield
Jessica Satterfield
Jessica has seen the goodness of God in the midst of the heartbreak of infertility and the joys of adoption. It’s been the invitation found in the hard, where she has found deep intimacy with Father God. Mama to three through the gift of adoption and foster care by day, and blogger by night. Her days aren’t busy, but rather full, the very best kind. You can find her curled up on the couch with good coffee and her littles or speaking to groups of women all over the nation. Both are amazing, but home is where her heart is.

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