That Room

We have a 3 bedroom house. For the past 2 and half years we've lived here, our back bedroom has had many purposes. Many, many nights I sat in there and cried about our second baby and not being able to find them. I would wake up in the middle of the night and write in my journal or rock in our rocking chair. I would dream about them, pray for them, plead for them. After one particularly hard loss of a baby we were to raise, we turned the room into our office. Out went the baby furniture, in went the computer, bookshelves, recliner, etc. Those few months felt like a time for me to heal. I didn't go into "that" room and think about a baby because it had another purpose. I would sit in the recliner and read a book or look out the window thinking and talking to God.

Well, about 2 months ago, we received a phone call that made us quickly turn "that" room into a nursery again. And now, in that very room, is a sleeping baby girl. She is our second adoption miracle. She is perfect in every way. We waited a long time for her and now, because of her sweet birthparents and a Gracious God, our hearts, home, arms and "that" room are full again.