Led to Adopt the Child We Were Meant For

My husband and I had been through three failed fertility treatments and two miscarriages over four years. We had begun to grieve the idea of biological children and were just beginning to discuss adoption, unsure and grieving and not particularly hopeful. During a Sunday service I felt an unusually strong and specific sense — not an emotion, more like a quiet certainty — that our child already existed and was waiting for us. I told my husband in the car afterward. We called an adoption agency on Monday. The process was long and hard in the way all adoption processes are. Fourteen months later we brought home a three-year-old girl from foster care in Indiana. She had been waiting for a permanent placement for eight months. Her name is Joy, which we did not choose — it was the name she already had. I think about that Sunday service often and that quiet certainty I felt. I believe we were told something true before we had any evidence that it was.