A week later...

It's been a week since we said goodbye to Miss A, and the grieving process has been both helpful and confusing.

Here's what I know:

• That was a fabulous first experience. I had prepared myself for my own horror stories, the kind people felt the need to tell us when we first shared that we were feeling called this direction. The worst of our problems, really, was the sleep inconsistencies, and I'm confident that's just a matter of time and comfort for any child.
• God called us into this. If He hadn't, we wouldn't have survived it, come out stronger, and feel peace about where we are now.
• God is calling us to do it again. Not right away, there's still some healing and breath-catching to do.
• I miss her still, but feel complete peace about how the placement ended.
• It'll be a little while before we're ready to go again. I don't know how long. I'm not even sure how I'll know when I'm ready. This girl who has a checklist for everything has no checklist to tell her when she's ready to turn life on it's head again... But that's okay. God knows. My husband will know. God will tell us. I trust them.

One last post about Miss A coming soon - highlights, favorite moments, lessons we learned... As soon as I gather the courage to write it.