God and I talk

I want all the kids. I want to take them all at least a dozen. I've got to decide what I have and what I need to make this happen and so I pray.

I tell God about my plan and I wait and thing and feel. I'm elated, I'm excited the idea. I, me, Kay could be a mom. Me... a mom? The whole idea makes me feel stronger. I did not realize how severe a void was made in my life by not having any family of my own. I didn't know that this darkness could become light, my light and I could have the privilege to grow my family into a loving and nurturing unit.



I like the idea of adopting adult children. I like the idea that the adoption is symbiotic. They have to choose me as well, so that "we" are choosing one another to become a family unit.



God and I make our plans. We talk about how I must make enough money with my company to buy the building I live in or something similar. We talk about how I'll convert one apartment to a family room, one for dining and then take four others to house three kids each. That's twelve kids. I don't know how we arrived on twelve but it seems like a good number.



I also mention this discussion to Peter. At first the answer is "no", but then he gets jazzed about the idea. He starts to plan with me and God.