This morning we are leaving for Houston. Tommorrow we will adopt Isaiah. This week I have been overwhelmed with gratitude for my son, his story, our story, and for Jesus. The other day it struck me that God made a way for Isaiah 5 years before he was born. 5 years before Isaiah had been adbandoned God had given him a family. 5 years before he was ever not named God told me his name. 5 years before Isaiah ever entered the system God made him a way out. The other day I was telling all this to Isaiah through tears. And I said "Your heavenly Father, the God of the Universe. He loves you SO much." And then I thought "Me too". God did the same for me. Before I fell apart God knew how to put me back together. Before my life hit the fan in 2000. God knew what I needed. Before I overdosed that awful June day God had a plan. Before I ever sinned God gave me Jesus. Before I ever turned away he was already bringing me back. When I think about my sons story, I will always think of it as a parable to my story, all of our stories. Being brought home before we ever left.